Alla rippled his wings, first one, then the other, then together. Perhaps he could fly after all. The appendages felt natural where they emerged from his skin, even muscle deep, as if they were truly a limb and not a sort of magical trick. He blinked a bit at the fellow's choice of words. "I do hope I can...get the hang," he said, trying out the term, for it had to mean something good. At least he supposed and hoped so.

"Do we have fantastic arboreal amenities? The tree is quite generous, if so."

Sarcasm wasn't only lost on him, it might as well have been kidnapped to another land. Alla couldn't help but take the words sincerely. Besides, such things were common in fairy stories, the fairy court and such.