[He takes the opportunity to gobble down another grape while she's gone, and discovers that the two pieces of fruit are just about enough for him. He still feels a little hungry, but he recognizes that hunger as the other kind that he has to deal with.]

Thanks. [He hops off the plate and makes his way over to the edge of the table to see where the cushion is. He doesn't know how long he's going to be like this, but he might as well figure out how this little body of his works.] Let's see how this goes.

[Slowly, he extends his wings, seeing how far they reach now that he's not trapped in a helmet. He's not sure if it's an impressive span or not, not having any prior knowledge about bats. Then he takes a breath, then begins to flap and lets himself go up in the air and he starts to fly around. The sensation is so weird but he can't help letting out a whoop of laughter as he flits about the room.] This is so much better than jetpacking!

[And so her gesture of kindness isn't wasted, he slows down and aims to land on the cushion--and almost misses. He bounces on it, and almost bounces off but his back claws cling to the material and stops himself sufficiently.] Okay...the landing needs work. Patricia, if only you could try this! [He actually looks pretty happy and excited as he looks up at her.]