[Ferran waves a hand dismissively.]

I didn't say I wasn't grateful. Really, it's the opposite.

[He lowers his hand in order to turn to the aforementioned bag, pulling out a package of bird feed and carefully tearing it open. He came prepared, see.]

And don't worry, the only thing I'd say about this is how reliable a friend you are—unless you want that to be a secret, too?

[The potential reaction to the praise is too tempting to deny. No Fae would be able to resist teasing him about it.]