"Hey, hey! Baby bird, no..! Bad! Bad bird!" Hawks chides Kaito, lunging to catch the baby fluttering mid-air with his little wings.

It has been a year since Kaito was born, and he was growing quickly. "Don't know where the kid gets all this energy from. Flying to the stove of all things," Hawks huffs, holding Kaito firmly. Kaito's red wings flutter in protest.

When you enter the kitchen, both Hawks and Kaito's eyes light up. Kaito squeals in delight, reaching his tiny arms toward you.