"I wasn't going to let him starve." She said, smiling crookedly, "He's got a whole bottle of the stuff back home in the fridge." Her only advice then was, "Careful, he pinches." And so he did, his head had whipped around as the finger was offered, shifting over to one foot so he could hold on with the other talon, watching with first one eye, then the other, finally scraping the droplet away with the edge of his beak, repeating this process a few times until Adelia reached out to poke his grippy talon, "Okay, let him go."