He nodded, distracted. The eggs had homes, then, which put a little load off his mind. But with the swaying Boco at hand, his focus was on not only scratching the bird's itch, but his own- sometimes you just wanted to pet a soft and fluffy thing. Didn't every man?

"There's no way in hell anybody'd let these guys get cold n' sick with that weird Saeng Seong stuff. All the people that're here? They wanna help 'em! What's sparing an extra petting on top of everything, y'know?"