Frank's eyebrow rose. "Chocolates? For me?" He took one, biting it in half and chewing. "Mmm, and the good kind too..!" He leaned in to give Kenny a hug before straightening up again. "Coming home to both my son and such a good friend, imagine that." Banjo gave another squawk and Frank walked over to the cage, opening the door and reaching in to greet the parrot. "And Banjo too, of course. Hey there, little fella." As Banjo climbed onto his hand, Frank gave a chuckle and shook his head. "I'm afraid you have to stay in there a little longer, pal. These guys don't trust you, you see."
"I don't trust talking animals in general," Tyler pointed out. "At least Dylan doesn't say a word, he just looks at you."
"Well," said Frank as he closed the cage again, "Banjo's perfectly trustworthy as long as you're a male." He looked over at Kenny. "That's the sad truth, I'm afraid - my parrot's gender biased." He smiled and shrugged.