"Oh, I bet that's lovely to listen to in the mornings," Rolf said. He'd seen a lot of things in his travels and here and home, and while plants were not his specialty, he'd run into the combination before. It was one to remember.
Rolf followed them a trifle more slowly, in part to disguise his hurts. He was smiling, though, for very little felt better to him than finding a home for an animal that actually needed one. He picked things up from a few shelves as he went, and he'd summon the large bag of dog food in a few. Not that he couldn't carry it, but he'd rather not test out his leg right now.
He set those things on the counter and went off to the side, to the birds. "This was the bird I was thinking of for your grandmother," he said, bringing the cage over. The crimson-bellied conure looked at them inquisitively.