"Nah, this is normal." Henry holds out his arms, and several more Murkrows flap over to perch there. He looks happy as a clam, and Veronica's slightly uncomfortable expression was practically giving him life. "Sometimes I'm even able to make a dramatic entrance, just by sending a flock of crows down and teleporting myself into the middle of it!"

Several of the more courageous Murkrows have begun approaching Veronica, as well. They keep their distance until one separates itself from the group, perching on top of Veronica's hat. The Murkrow caws triumphantly, which makes the rest of them caw back -- and soon enough, the sound of squawking birds is all around. Still, Henry just laughs; the birds' shrieking is music to his ears.