Yep. [Vyng grins and gives Ezra a thumbs up.] A-okay, buddy. Sorry for the ceiling-stomping. Cloudpiercer here's a big boy, and he likes his rooftop landings.

[The bird (who's been observing the scene with a sharp-eyed intelligence common for his species) promptly caws — as though backing Vyng's assertion that this was, in fact, one-hundred percent his choice.]