"Girl," Matthew said, "I'm a raven. You think I'm gonna be picky about what's in my sandwich?" His beak threaded through her hair again, and his wings brushed against her neck as he resettled his weight.
"So your people are a buncha ugly people," he summarized for her. "What's the problem? Everybody's got screwed up ugly family members. You're not too bad." The raven stretched his thick feathered neck out and looked pointedly down her shirt. "Not bad at all. Getting along fine." He puffed out his feathers and cackled.