[Gale offers Kaveh a sympathetic smile in passing as he pauses near his seat, having come to investigate the activity in the lounge for himself with a cup from one of the coffee shops in one hand and an owl-shaped cookie in the other.]

I'd say that's an accurate summary of things, yes. Mr. Bennet seems to be having a wonderful time, I've noticed.

[Though there is a faint note of derision in his voice, Gale doesn't seem terribly upset by the current goings-on otherwise. He himself is sporting a pair of perky canine ears and a curled, fluffy tail to match, though admittedly the latter has made it necessary for him to choose his robes carefully.]

How have your ears been—

[He cuts himself off mid-question, because suddenly there is no more Kaveh: there is only a bird and a panicked Mehrak, and Gale glances down at the cookie in his own hand and clears his throat.]

Perhaps I ought to rethink this. Are you alright?