"Aw, don't be mean. They're just being so lively!" Billie laughs, turning what Shura had said a moment ago back on her as she snaps at her poor animas. She's going to get even more of a laugh once the birds are through with the sausage and the white raven looks up, immediately zeroing in on Shura's purse.

Better hope that was a really well-made purse there, Shura, because the raven lets out a cry and flies directly at that next. They land on it and begin trying to dig the bit of food she'd been hiding out. As for Billie's animas, the tern, well, she isn't far behind, only she waddles over with wings half-open in a less than intimidating way, making just as much noise as the raven is.