"Of course," Lex clambered back on solid land, shaking some clinging mud from his boots. Gross. "I come out his excited and then I remember I actually don't like dirt that much." He laughed. Poppy chirred in agreement, snuggling against his curls.
"Do you think we will be able to see a Rowlet this exploration? They are beautiful birds, with some big personalities." Lex was hoping to see one. "Well, I'm hoping the personality is more then if it fits, then I eat. If it doesn't fit, I make it fit, and then I eat." He shook his head.
He was fond of his pidove, but Fat Kevin was a glutton.