"Exactly!" Katie exclaimed, laughing too much herself to even think about taking a sip of her drink. "Really, they say women aren't allowed on the ship because it's bad luck, but it's because they'd rather shag each other, anyway."
Glancing up at him, trying to picture it in her mind, she grinned. "I can see you with a feather mohawk. Brilliant. As for the beak, I bet Fred or George could manage it. They have a candy that turns people into canaries, after all!"