[Oh, well, there she was. He hopped off of Feathers and approached the paddock, looking around to take in the situation. He decided to corral the birds into a large group away from the wall with a firm nudging of their flanks, and voiced encouragement when they finally comply.]

They're staring at you hard enough to burn holes! Did you give 'em treats or do you have something in your pockets?

[He waved a hand before a birdy pair of eyes, who continued focused on Materia. With a happy chirrup and a sparkling, fascinated stare, Feathers puffed up his plumage and took tall strides toward the paddock wall...]

What the-- damn it, Feathers, I just fed you!