Wilbur is sitting in the back of the Roost, his blue feathers gleaming under the soft café lighting. His large yellow beak, usually hidden behind sunglasses, is now fully visible. His usual well-kept appearance is maintained, but today his headphones are resting on the table beside him, disconnected from his usual music.

As you enter the café, Wilbur’s keen eyes, always sharp despite the sunglasses, catch sight of you.

"Oh, hello, rep! Er, sorry, I forgot your name. Bird brain, y'know?"