The bird just happened to like the blue hair--he'll nest in just about anything--but he stops short, flapping his wings in surprise at the little Tooth. He chirps back at her, wanting to know what she stopped him.

Prussia just raises a hand in a wave of his own before reaching out and scooping the bird out of the air into his palm. The yellow bird chirps, Prussia glares, and then sits him back on his head, effectively grounding him. The little yellow bird is not pleased but doesn't move, his chirping sounding much less cheery.

That handled, Prussia turns his attention back to Jack and motions with his hands toward the dock and then to the sea. There's a kind of question in his movements.