Jimmy, three seconds from asking Can he shriek?, tables that for the time being. He makes a disappointed noise—promptly added to the bird's repertoire—and steps back, contemplating the animal as if its beady gaze might hold some insight into its character.

“Yeah, good call,” he says to Kim, voice dipping into a more thoughtful register. To John: “A lot of this is gonna be”—he mimes zipping his lips—“mum's the word from our fine feathered friend. Less is more, etcetera. How's he with crowds and loud noises?”