"Uh, I uh..." The two of them turned. An adolescent griffon, complete with moulting feathers and nervous expression, had made his way over to their table. His wings were short for his size, and he had an odd beak. Now that Handy looked at it, he didn't quite have an eagle's head, but he couldn't tell what other type of bird it might have been. He rolled his eyes and spoke to the bird.