Punk.

[ Still, he grinned. It was back to the normal cranes now. ]

I'll just leave the pitchforks to you too, since you're handling the cake so well.

[ Dirk let out a tiny yawn while Kaminabird waddled over to him from his place on the crane pile. It came over to peck at his hand, pausing his work on the next crane. The blond blinked at the little creature. ]

I think our little buddy here is hungry.