Stavanger Bay /ʌnˈteɪməbəl/

"Delightful," he returned, though it was clear that he thought her diet was anything but. He wasn't sure what to make of the wink, but did get rather caught up on the fact that he didn't think he had ever actually seen a bird wink before. It was new and... sort of uncomfortable. Like, he really could have gone through life without getting winked at by a bird. "Right, yeah. 's gotta be the crest. Fierce as fuck, girl. Work it."

"Ultraviolet?" he repeated, "that's much-" then the bird screams, so basically fuck whatever he was about to try and say. "Jesus, what the fucking- don't do that again. Sorry." Stress on the ry. He shook himself out, as though physically ridding himself of the emotional whiplash. Right. Bird questions. "So... do ya'll do like, flocks, right? How's that work?"