[He just shoots her a look through his shades at the comment about his nest. When she becomes half-bird and suppresses the uncontrollable urge to gather everything she loves into a pile and sit on it to keep it safe and warm, then she has license to tease.]

Yeah, they know, and they don't give the runtiest dingleberry of a shit. I guess they waited long enough for it. I'm not gonna be the one to molt on their honeymoon, even if the honeymoon's basically lasted the entire time I've been here.