"Nonsense, Corv. What happened wasn’t your fault, and you hardly made a mess. Tipped over the paper towel roll, big deal! I was just glad that you didn’t hurt yourself - that was my biggest worry. I’d never forgive myself if any one of my friends hurt themselves because of me… but of course I’ll forgive you. You haven’t done anything that needs to be forgiven."
Winter smiled at Corv as he cheered up and hopped about the couch, turning his head to try and keep Corv in his field of vision.
When Corv exclaimed happily and bounced about, he could hardly keep himself from chuckling along to Corv’s happy voice. When his feathery friend was in a good mood, the positivity was infectious.
"Yes! This could very well work, but I think we might have to go looking for a comb that’s different from the one I use. A wide-toothed comb would be best for your feathers, I think. The one I use for my hair would be too fine, and could do more damage than good to your feathers."
He leaned back in the couch and tipped his head to one side a bit, inviting Corv to hop onto his shoulder.
"Shall we go on a comb-hunt before we find something to eat?"
"Perhaps, perhaps yes! A comb-hunt, a brush-hunt, a tool hunt for you and I, but not hunting for hunting but hunting for searching, yes. A good plan, advantaged as you are for knowing the layout, though?"
He takes the offered shoulder gleefully with a hop, talons clasping onto Winter’s sweater tightly as he tried his best to avoid smacking his friend in the ear with his wings. ”For I would not know, would not know, would not know where to find such a thing, a thing like a comb in your house? Besides in your hair, in your curls, and oh, is it not there? Is it not?”
Transfixed suddenly, he stares at Winter’s hair closely. After a moment, he pecks quickly at a loose curly strand, before chuckling to himself. “Haw haw haw! No, no, you can not hide from me, not in hair comb hair.” He leans forward a little bit, careful to not lose his balance on the shoulder. “It’s not in there, not in your hair, your comb, Mister Blue,” he announces, puffing up his chest a little. “Not that such a place would be a place for it to be kept, especially for a long time, but stranger things are happening every day in this strange world of ours, so perhaps I thought it just a chance? Perhaps, perhaps not, but you take care of such things now, don’t you?”
He pauses again, staring with wide beady eyes at Winter’s hair some more, a curious look on his face… before letting out a little huff, shaking out his wings and turning to face forward once more.
"Okay, and so now perhaps, let’s hurry towards where you keep such a thing for real, for actuality instead of hypothesis, and then perhaps a piece of food as well for this poor bird would be appropriate, yes? Yes, it would be, please. Caw."