Song snickered quietly at the Moogle comment, shaking her head a bit, then having to accommodate Yasha as he attempted to be a lapdog, rolling over partially and managing to fit his front half onto her lap. His back end was still upright, putting him in a very odd and amusing twisted position. Apparently this was nothing new, as Song only grinned a little.

"So. The feathers weren't your idea, I take it?" That was still something of a mystery, though if it hadn't been Amy, then Mabry was the top suspect.