Gretchen handed him his notebook. "How is it that you didn't know that you could fly?" she asked, shaking her head, "Maybe you're a late bloomer. Or I'm an early bloomer… No way to tell unless we find more… " She fingered a feather pensively, hopping from foot to foot.Mathew looked at his notebook. He shrugged. "I dunno." This was getting a little bit too weird for him.