Julien turns his head and looks back at Lauren over his own back, watching the dinosaur with his other eye. It seems like it understands it's confined and couldn't come get anyone, but you never know with large predators, and despite its sparrow pattern to his sensitive nares it stinks of blood and old meat.

"Well, good feathers are a sign of health! You're getting enough to eat and it's the right stuff, you're clean, you're neat. And getting big and poofy is fun. Observe." This is ridiculous. He's fully aware it's ridiculous. But Julien puffs out the feathers in his body and transforms, for a moment, into a giant feather orb on legs.

The feathers sink back down and make a smooth surface again, and his tailfeathers shake from side to side, which to him is laughter. "You can't do that if you're not fluffy."