“If he knows you have such a bone to pick with him, he probably will listen.” Keith says in his usual serious tone but a glint in his eyes gives away he knew exactly what he was doing making that joke. He locates a shirt with white lettering on it that simply says Born To Fly and grins, draping it over his shoulder.

His shirt now. He claims a plain red shirt too while he’s at it. “And there’s plenty for our bigger people?” He asks as he turns his head to look at her. “During winter we could...maybe hit my store of Phoenix feathers and down I have saved from Ember. They’re still kinda warm.”