"Uh, no," Tony replied, slightly defensive, feeling like it should have been obvious that he wasn't likely to have been befriending mushrooms and songbirds. Belatedly, he realized he had to defend, "That's--different," with an arm flung out toward the rock animal that did seem fond of him and he knew how to control, and it did feel like a very weak argument for his pride and he should switch gears to not linger too long on it. "Do you think they'll talk to us? Why haven't they before? It says there's some by the greenhouse, that's right downtown, we've been neighbours this whole time."