Taking the book, Jean flips through a few of the pages. All of things are certainly beautiful which their carvings and feathers. A thought quickly races through her head, one that she just as quickly pushes away. It isn't a question that needs to be answered. Knowing whether or not South American ancient civilizations had phoenixes in their mythology is something that can wait for another day.

"Because birds are not exactly a baby step up from flowers. They're more like a giant leap," Jean says with a smile, looking up at Rachel and shrugging. "Everyone does pair off rather quickly don't they? It must be something in the water."