Galahad feels a tiny gleam of pride. Drosera does look good now that her flight feathers are coming in; the tuft of her lion's tail is thick and soft (when it's Galahad's turn, he brushes her hind end) and her tails are sharp.

Drosera clacks her bill at Dionysus in a way that Galahad knows from experience means she's begging, and he goes to the fridge to see if this time he'll get the usual raw meat. He does not.