holdingmyworldsdestiny:

“Aren’t those white things made out of sugar?” That was what Silver had been told, at least. He had never actually tried one before. Whatever that thing was, it looked more like a cloud than food. Even if it did look like food, it would have probably been a better idea not to eat it.

“At least he sounds pretty. I kinda wish I could do that. Last time I tried singing people threw things at me.”

“They’re his wings, actually. They’re made out of cotton-like feathers.”

She did have to stifle a little giggle when Marshmallow squawked at the implication that his wings were edible. He flew down and landed next to Rebecca, whapping her head with his wing.

The trainer let out a yelp and rubbed her head, glaring at Marshmallow as he preened himself at the compliment.

“When you’re over here, you’re welcome to sing all you like. And that’s mean of them! I have half a mind to throw Marshmallow at them.”