The three of them chortle, half-laughing, half-squawking.

"All right," one of them says. "If you want t'know the truth, we could very well let y'walk on your own -"

"- but that ain't as fun," the one closest to the star finishes, grinning once more.

"So shut your yap. The boss is expectin' us on the deck. Wouldn't want to make him wonder what's takin' so long."

They certainly aren't putting the man in 'manhandle', with their feathery wings fluffing about and beaks formed into strange grins.