"We got woken up," the pink peacock says. "Either of you seen the music box that's been running around? He did the honours."

She scowls as she says this, still grumpy at the memory of a guy kissing her. Her twin titters at her indignation.

"What's wrong with him, incidentally?" the blue peacock says, pointing at the redhead. "He's ... silent. Is he all right?"