Having only ever seen Kishan in passing, Malcolm didn't think he'd ever seen him actually change. He'd heard about him, but this was something new. He cocked his head curiously at him, and then returned his attention to his drink.
Mitchell's presence was more expected. Peanuts- that was exactly the sort of thing a bird should be nibbling on, and something about it being at a bar, out of a little bowl, was just hilarious. He really hoped someone new would come along to see this ridiculous set up.
When Mitchell changed, Malcolm hadn't expected anything quite so ridiculously large and- a fucking dinosaur?! He made a noise of alarm, fluttering into the air for a couple of seconds in shock before he settled back on the bar again. He had quite literally ruffled his feathers. He picked up a peanut, eating it casually, as if nothing had happened.