Presley pulled on her purple gloves and walked over to the food. Cringing, she picked up a ferret. Dead things were so gross. Even grosser however, were the insects, so she chose the lesser of the two evils. She scanned the Hippogriffs, and found the smallest, least intimidating one. She slowly approached it, leaving a few yards of distance. Presley still wanted to curtsy, but she knew the man had told her to bow anyway. She made eye contact with the horse-bird and slowly bowed, feeling strange.

The hippogriff stared at her.....and stared..and stared. Finally it bowed as well, and Presley stepped closer, offering it the dead ferret that she was eager to get out of her hands.