This was not Jonothon in any way, shape, or form contemplating getting a pet for himself, no.
//But I can't so much as change my trousers without kickin' yer out into th'hallway, and my bandages are starting to smell about th'same as the gunpowder we made in class today. If yer could do me a favour? Just one tiny favour? And turn back soon, I'd be most appreciative.//
He'd been saying this pretty much like clockwork every evening for a week, now. Sharing the room with Jak was one thing. Sharing the room with Jak and a bird was another. Sharing the room with Jak and a bird who happened to also be a bird in that very British sense of the word? Awkward. Very, very bloody awkward.
[For the bird!]