He taps his lightly against her own, taking a sip of it. It took a little practice to eat with a beak on, but he's now gotten pretty good at it to not look like a total idiot. That's a big plus. He turns to look out the window for a few seconds, eying up the other transports and the gloriou place that they're in.

He takes another sip of the champagne and turns back to her. "Did your song have a name or a story? Or were you just.... going, I guess? I was listening for a little."