Raphael made a sound of contentment, pressing the still-growing limbs into her hands. Even the feathers were still more fuzz than feathers but wing grooming was something he enjoyed greatly.

He wanted to tell Rose he had meatballs... Large, carefully picked out balls of Italian sausage just waiting for her, but the less people knew about her eating habits the better. He remembered hiding how raw the steak really was at his dinner party and still hoping no one would ask her about it.