Cifero shrugged. "Okay. Well, to tell you what it is, it's just a realistic ball-jointed doll. It almost looks alive and stuff, but I'm not going to show it to you because that would be harassment... or as some middle-school specials call it, heressment." Sighing, he stretched out his wings and flew up a tree, perching on a branch. "So... how'd the bar turn out?"