“A budgie is a small soft bird about this big, right?” She made a budgie-sized shape with both her hands. “And if you shove that sucker down the front of a nylon swimsuit . . . and maybe even imagine it moving—” “Ooooooh!” Alek’s blue eyes flew wide and his mortified expression caused everyone to crack up. He scowled, muttered a string of Russian expletives, and lugged his post driver on to the next upright. “But—” He looked directly at Charlie with his finger pointing downward. “Al-ba-tross, not budgie.”
