Sunshine, sensing that she's about to become breakfast, takes off from Malcolm's shoulder and lands on a high shelf. From there, she can chirp angrily and make herself look bigger.
"Sunshine," Malcolm says, looking up at her. "The other bird's not going to hurt you. Come back down here."
He whistles, but Sunshine doesn't budge for the moment. Malcolm sighs. As long as she stays in the kitchen, she should be safe.
"She spits fire?" Malcolm asks, turning back to Ben. "I wonder if she's... a phoenix?"