[Slouched on a nearby bench is a man wearing a purple hoodie and sweatpants. Various bandages dot his face, and a few are wrapped around his hands. There seems to be a large lump resting under his clothes. Really, on first glance, one might mistake him to be a homeless person.

Clint's busy trying to take a nap when he hears a child yelling about...something. His expression twitches as he tries to ignore it, but she just keeps going. If he wanted peace and quiet, maybe he should've just turned off his hearing aids. He blearily opens his eyes and looks towards the source--a green-haired girl shouting at a purple puddle on the ground.]

Kid, it's not gonna get up if you just yell at it. You've gotta give it some encouragement. Don't you have any treats on hand?

[At the word 'treats', the lump in his hoodie begins to move. A Rowlet pops out from the front, ruffling her feathers and staring expectantly at Clint. She lets out a hoot, opening her beak.]

No, not for you. You've already eaten more than enough for today.