Ritchie: "I'm trying not to make a nest, I'm trying to pack up." *la nest of blankets and pillows*
Michael: "Why is that?"
Austin:*Thinking and looking at Ritchie near his wings*
Ritchie:*shakes wings and a feather falls "It doesn't matter, we need to keep going."
Austin: "Ohh, your going though your molt."
Michael: "If that's the case, *pushes Ritchie in he nest and sits with him* we're staying until your done."
Ritchie was about to protest when Austin cuts in.
Austin:*sits in the nest to* "No arguing, Now is there any way we can help?."
Ritchie: *muffled answer*
