[[The expression on her face is glowing with so much satisfaction at that. She lives for picking on poor, unsuspecting Striders.]]

That's what I've been told. I prefer to think of myself as unconventional. Don't worry, dad, I'll keep the terrifying mental scars to a minimum.

Oh that's a normal bird thing. I had a Hoothoot who lived on my head. She still tries even as a Noctowl. You'll get used to it. Or perhaps you can pick up a Sudowoodo and give it a tree to perch upon.