Matthew made a sound that was halfway between steal bars tearing and someone choking on broccoli. He almost fell off her shoulder laughing, flapping one wing and then the other to try to stay upright. Passerby stared until the raven got his mirth under control. "Arwk," he gasped, chortling again. "You and me, girl, we're goin' to get along just fine. Yessir."