"But I been weight trainin' just for this!" Hawk said, as they passed the painted blue sign at the entrance to the park, and strolled across it towards a lone tree that stood in the open. "I can fly with a hunnerd fifty pounds on my back, now. You don't believe me?" he added, when Numair didn't respond to that.

"Oh, I believe you," Numair replied simply. "But you intending not to drop me is different from not dropping me."

They entered the cool green shade underneath the tree, and Numair knelt to deposit the bundle he was carrying among the roots.

"Shall we anchor it here? It's a nice spot to eat lunch, as well."

Hawk, bridling for a moment, said, "Wull, you know I can't do the lil deployment thingy myself, right?"

"Of course you can!" Numair was now rummaging through the small shoulder bag he'd brought, and extracted a small disc-shaped object of some sort. The cloth around the object sitting on the roots had fallen aside somewhat, revealing a vaguely bird-shaped thing, its corrugated white surface unmarked and its roughly-shaped wings tucked along its sides. "I showed you how, didn't I?"

"I mean I can't do it an' fly at the same time."

Numair paused. "Ah," he said, and frowned, as Hawk crouched down next to him. "Hmm."