That-- I-- [ He lets out a laugh, grinning at her through the feed ] Oh, no. That's a real danger! Don't tell the big guy, but I never want to take on that much stress. Sheesh!

Ah, I don't know. Mako does the accounting. I think "a really nice feather, or the equivalent"? Honestly. I would accept pastries, but I can't promise you that Mako will. He likes having cold, hard... shells. And rocks. And feathers.