He scratched his bald pate after he shut the dorm room door behind himself. "They make cakes out of hummingbirds? Whooaa. Those bakers gotta be real fast. Also, probably very crunchy cake."

Porthos was teasing. Even if he wasn't sure what hummingbird cake was. He would have to ask Kayla about it sometime.

"All sounds nectar. To the pool."