Are you going to watch me? Hmph . . . you don't believe me. Well, it is your mistake to underestimate me. Don't insult me with your doubt!

[Ooookay. Okay. She said you need to grab it directly. The only plausible way to do that is with his wings, and the driest, least disgusting part looks like it's the puffy end of bread, there . . .

Which smells surprisingly good. Despite himself, being around the pizza is starting to make him actually hungry for pizza.

But first things first: he picks it up (his primary feathers basically function like fingers, it's weird) and then gives her a smug look. Ha! I did this part right!]