No. No, that makes a lot of sense.

[He ponders that himself for a while, then sets his little whittling project on her desk. It's a small, square cage, carefully hollowed out, with a tiny bird bursting from one side, wings open to begin its flight.]

Sure you probably like some of us more than others, but I won't ask about that. In the meantime, do you think... I don't even know if you'd know this. Honeycomb should be easy enough, but does this world have linseed oil?