[Ohhh crap. Yeah, this was going to be a tough lesson. As the bird lowered her head, his yellow eyes narrowed and he was ready to wrestle her to the ground if necessary... but Materia strolled right up and relieved him of the saddle. He only blinked at her.]

...Okay, but there's a lot of different straps and buckles to--

[And he was dumbfounded when she not only easily continued to keep the green bird in check, but saddled up like she'd done it a hundred times. His hands lay on his hips as he tapped his foot once.]

Well, damn! You picked right up! You've done this before, huh?

[He relaxed and waved.]

Okay, I'll see you outside. I'm gonna get Feathers!

[He reached beneath his scarf and pulled out a thin whistle, immediately dashing outside while blowing it. Much like a dog whistle, it seemed to barely register, but nearly every chocobo canted their head quizzically, then seemed to ignore it. They weren't whistle trained... not like the ball of black fluff that soon greeted him outside with a happy chirrup, all fluffed feathers, green scarf, and quivering wings. Night was quick to mount up and scratch the back of the male bird's head as he waited.]