[Oh. Is that how it's going to be? Dylas' eyes narrow into reptilian slit as he stares at Wedge.]

That's because he isn't fine. He's stupid, and he's having a fit because I won't let him eat garbage.

[At the word 'garbage,' Yakitori comes back to life. He waddles over to Dylas' tail and starts pushing and kweh-ing for attention, looking up at him in expectation of his favorite food. If you keep telling your chocobo "don't eat garbage," eventually he learns the word for it.

Dylas puts the plate of greens back in front of his bird, and it makes the Chocobo equivalent of this face before looking at Biggs, wondering if this man has food for him.]

I'm not cut out for this. Someone else should take him.