"The tiger sort of took care of him since birth. Like Moira and her birdies."

"Oh. That's cute. And it won't be angry with us or anything if he's not around?"

"She let me sleep on her once!"

"Oh. Okay, I guess. That's really cool."

"Yeah, wish Moira's birdies were that nice."

"Why aren't they?"

"Moira is a dark and terrible queen." 

In the distance, a pelican squarks. 

She cracks up.

If Michael were caucasian, he might've been blushing. "It's not funny, I haven't had a seagull since I was five!"

"Good on the seagulls."

"How would you like it if your favourite food tried to kill you?"

"I'd probably stop eating it!"

Michael gives her a sour look. "I hope Moira makes the chickens go to war."

She giggles. "Why would she do that?"

"She doesn't like people harming her birds. Which is all of them. I don't think her brothers have even tasted chicken."

"I can stop eating birds if she wants me to."

"One day I will have my vengeance!"

As Michael established a healthy foundation for a romantic relationship, a tree melted and contorted into a silver little girl. 

"Oh. Hi Hannah."

Blink. "Are you the robot one?"

She looks angrily at Michael. "I am not a robot, Seal!"

"Sorry. Are you a Miracle, too, then?"

"I'm a colony of nanites."

"What are nanites?"

"Little bugs that stand on top of each other and make a me."

"Bugs? You're made of bugs?"

"Science bugs!"