Grouse Thicket sup.

Fig was very seriously considering just walking away as the girl smirked at him. It didn't seem to him that there was a way to rescue the situation, so how much worse could he really make it by up and bailing? Before he'd decided, though, she was speaking in a tone that he found surprising in its lack of judgment. He glanced up at the bird as though it might be able to help him out. It continued to just sit there, periodically fluffing its feathers and chirping a few random notes.

"Uh.. No," Fig answered finally, shaking his head, "To either. I was trying to see if I might be able to make it my friend, but it doesn't seem to understand me at all." He shrugged as he looked back over at the girl. She was super pretty.