"Great, thanks. Cross-country's a little much for me without phone-lines."

"Hi Henry, hi Henry!"

Dinadan glances up see Tris puffed up on her perch, looking around like she's expecting someone. He tilts the phone's mouthpiece away from his face. "Don't get your feathers all disordered, he's not here. We're going to see him tomorrow." Tris wolf-whistles at him and hops closer like she wants to inspect the phone.

"Mandy, Tris says 'hi'."