With each word, Rafe's eyes slowly widened with incredulousness. A chair. Pigeons were fiends because they shit over his chair? He was acting so broken up because they'd ruined a chair?
If Rafe had her hat to tug, it'd be much easier to hide how much she had an urge to burst into laughter or smirk. She managed to hide her twitching lips with a hand over her mouth.
"No, I don't. But I'm sure ya can give me a general idea..."