Frankie escaped to his bunk, drawing the curtain close, wings fluttering excitable behind him. He frowned and they stilled.

Reaching under his pillow and matress, he pulled out a small jar filled with nickles. He really did like shiny and treasure. And now he had a reason on why he was acting like a squirrel with nuts.

He quickly hid the jar away and sighed. Maybe if he hammed it up really well they wouldn't notice if small things went missing.

It wasn't bad, just, he liked shiny things.