[She has to toss it into the air and snap it up into the back of her beak. It slides as a visible bulge down her long neck. Janine studies him back, feeling his wariness as wariness of her own. She can feel emotions - they always feel like hers, though - but not hear thoughts.]

:Really? I could get away with things, huh?:

[There is grease on her beak. It gleams as Janine fights self-consciousness. It's always better to seem aloof and unaffected, she's found.]

:Seems like a lot of effort. Relax. You're too big to look like food, and you talk, anyway. I only ever attack anything if I have to eat it. Or it's going to hurt someone that does talk.:

[...she could eat an animal Thranduil's size, but she'd have to laboriously tear it apart first.]