"Oh, wow," says Radar, awed. After a few fumbling attempts, he catches one of Phil's talons so he can bring it closer and squint at it. "Y'know there's another bird guy I met here, but'm pretty sure he's an eg, eeg, uh, not an owl. And he's a bird all over. Got a beak'n everything."

He sputters a tiny giggle.

"I dunno how you play the piano -- how d'you even scratch your nose? Oh, hey, can you see in the dark, too?" His eyes widen; he drops Phil's hand and lowers his voice to a hush. "D'you have to eat mice?"