"You and me both." It's discomforting, somewhere in her mind, somewhere below the warmth and softness, but the feeling is a good one, too good to give up, and so she lingers, looking at the bird, which gives another bright, clarion chirp that makes the laughter bubble up inside her yet again.

"I'm pretty sure it's the birds," she says, all smiles as she looks briefly to Wanda, holding out a hand. "We should go, though. Don't want to find out what else they can do, or why they're doing this, if it's intentional. Maybe the plan is to keep us too happy to fight back while they eat us." Listen, someone's gotta be thinking it.