[She chuckles at that, clucking her tongue when Fede squawks.]

Yeah, careful with the gender association, that's one of the things that gets her feathers in a ruff. [Fede prawks again, turning to peck playfully at Alainn's fingers.]

Okay, okay ye mighty beast.

[She glances at Mark again, then at the mess on the table. Her lips purse as she considers her options, then shrugs. Muttering a few words under her breath, moving her free hand in a sweeping gesture, the mess is magically gone!]