Magnus thinks for a moment, then encourages some of the longer grass along the worn path to grow to seed. "How's this?" he asks the bird.

The bird cocks its head. Adequate, it tells him.

"Can you understand my friend when he talks to you?" Magnus asks, then.

Yes, the bird says. Tell him my name is Phil and I like peanuts.

"Phil likes peanuts," Magnus tells Galahad, dutifully.