"My thumbs will be sure to thank you if that's the case," she replies, chuckling lightly. She turns away from the birds, idly drawing her shawl a little closer across her shoulders, and takes a few more steps to stand closer beside him so she doesn't feel as though she needs to raise her voice above a hushed conversational tone to be heard.

"Oh, I suppose that would make sense, given cross-breeding and that sort of thing. We might end up responsible for an entirely new species of bird," she considers. "Like a red-breasted raven, or a toucardinal."