You were out in a huge daisy field late one night, trying to set-up your telescope, but failing miserably as it kept falling apart.

After the 7th try of trying to put the telescope together, you throw a piece of it behind you and onto the grass with an annoyed groan.

Stolas, who was walking to his normal spot in the field, sees you throw the piece behind you. He picks it up and walks over to you, tapping your shoulder gently.

As you turn to him, his beak is curled into a soft smile as he holds the piece out to you.

Stolas: Hello my dear! I think you “dropped” this.

(More like threw it lol)

He looks over to the pieces of the telescope scattered in the grass in front of the two of you.

Stolas: Oh. Do you need any help with that?