I suppose it's better than to be a sweaty mess after our bird hunt. Still, I feel like I got my heart broken!

[ Molly dramatically sighs while ripping feathers from the goose's chest, saving some in his lap as he does. Maybe they could make another pillow, after all. They were on a really nice gold mine of quills in these wings and tail feathers, too, so he keeps those as well.

His tail is flicking slightly as he cleans the bird, like an annoyed cat that wasn't given their treat today. ]

These look nice enough to make me feel better, though. Grapes or not, still starving.