[Every day is like this when you're a little goblin man surrounded by very beautiful people who seem like, for the most part, that they have their shit together. At least Nanba seems to be settling in a little more now that he's in his element proper, head bobbing in approval before he turns his gaze up to the trees.

Where are you, bastards.]

Mmhm. But they don't like having it forced on them. You have to give it at their pace, once they know it's there. Pigeons are domesticated, so they're not so hard to lure in if you don't freak them out, but other birds...Not so easy.

[Ah, speak of the devil; one space pigeon, two, three, more and more. Not enough to swarm them, but enough to be worthwhile. One lands in Nanba's hair and starts picking through the fluffy locks, and the others go to town at the seed around Connor's feet. A veritable bird festa, if you will.]

They like feeling safe. They're simpler than people. Birds are at risk of getting eaten by a lot of bigger animals, so if you can show that you're not going to hunt them, they'll trust you a lot faster. ...Actually, I'm pretty sure that people like that too? But yeah; don't move too suddenly, or at least don't do it a lot. Don't grab them or anything weird. Let them set the pace.