There was more puzzled blinking at the first, shaking his head a moment later, content to let the dragon stay, since it wasn't breathing fire at him, "You're the youngest of the oldest too?" He hazarded, adding: "There's three of us in the Flock that are fourteen, we think. And I'm the youngest of those."
He smiled at the rest, couldn't help it, really, it was still novel to him that people liked the whole 'mutant bird-kid' thing, liked it and didn't want to use it to their advantage, "Do you like honey-roasted peanuts?"