“Okay. Should I rub the feathers as I do?” “No! You want to avoid messing with the feathers as much as possible to avoid damaging them. It only takes a couple of broken or missing feathers to wreck our flight pattern. Then we look like we’re drunk, until we figure out how to compensate,” Dakas said with a horrified expression. I laughed at his overly dramatic description—which I knew he’d done on purpose. He grinned, looking so pleased with himself I realized he sought to make me laugh, or at least smile.
They are both sweethearts
