The manticore makes a delighted sound, and flops down onto it's back, rolling over on the grass. If it's vocal chords could produce a sound like laughter, that's what it would be doing right now.

Shrieky gives up on standing, and lowers himself to the ground beside Manticore, leaning back so that their initial positions are reversed, and his back and shoulders are draped across the Manticore's belly. His attention stays with Hawa, however, and there's a certain expectation in his expression now. You're going to sit down and join them on the grass, right?

"Isn't there something else? It's not as if you need a job or a place to live, so you must have a lot of time to just spend flying around and looking at things."