"I always believe that practice does not make perfect--perfect practice makes perfect." Another deep chuckle rumble din his belly before he shrugged. "But I always preferred style and flare to true perfection. Sometimes the beauty in something comes from its imperfections." Bass had always loved both people and art as much for their faults as for their merits, it was what made them so unique and interesting. Perfection was indeed impressive and overwhelming, but only for a short time. "I fear i fell out of the art after I got married, and age surely did not help me." He laughed deeply to himself, not explaining the logic behind that to the other, it was likely more than she would like to hear.
"They are wild, but they have taken a shine to me. A little too much of one I feel at times. But they are colorful and friendly enough and bring a smile to this old man's face." He reached to scratch at the neck of one of the creatures, it puffing up its feathers and closing his eyes, clearly liking the scratching.