[ if there was anything else to make falco more flustered, it was that; that little tremor his heart gives when he’s upset someone. he ends up coming over from his station to meet paul halfway, his hand beginning to rise with intention to quell. ]

It looks kind of like a bird? A-ah, but, Paul—! It’s fine, really! You didn’t know, [ hands hover, but they have a different sort of response when actually used. they rest on paul’s arms, to reassure and pull that feeling right out of him. ] I just got worried for a second! I thought he was going to go in the cake—

[ he does not want a baby bird being cracked into a cake, but. now that you think about it?

it’s so stupidly funny he even thought it in the first place, enough that after a pause of trying to find words, his lips break into a lopsided, embarrassed smile. ]

Because . . . You didn’t know he was an egg.

[ maybe that’s what he gets for making too many surprises. ]