"Well..." Sophie knew that the dirty look Ivee was giving her was part of their normal routine, but she had a moment of hesitation, her Anxiety Brain trying to convince her that Ivee might actually be angry, but she knew Ivee angry and this was not Ivee angry, and the queen was now their friend and a woman near their own age range, and it was kind of nice to have a woman friend to introduce to the fold.
So she finally looked at the queen. "The first time I ever got to experiment with feathers as part of the design and accent of a dress I was making, they were cucco feathers. That Ivee got for me. Um. Cuccos are. Mean, when you upset them. And she upset them."
At Ivee's pained groan, she looked over at her, trying to be more sympathetic, because that really wasn't a fun and entertaining thing at the time, but in retrospect.... "I've never seen anyone run as fast as she did to escape the entire flock chasing her up and down the road. They didn't give up on getting revenge for an hour. She had to leave town, when trying to ward them off with her broom didn't work."