Me neither, though it might make sitting around with nothing to do a little more bearable.

[The magpie leaves the door for now and takes a lap around the dresser, shoving its beak into Andrew's sewing, then laps again, doing another loop by the door.

Andrew herself leans out from the bed posters, head cocked.]

Your little friend has been getting more and more talkative. [And she is talking about the Robin, not Saber.] What do you suppose it wants to say?