[He's helping, he's helping! Kind of. With another strong tornado-like gust, Revali takes to the air again, sending more vegetables tumbling away from any high value targets. Trees, however, may end up with a sweet potato impaled in their branches, but that's all due to the wind.

He looks off at the field that all these vegetables seem to be rolling from, and yep--there are still more coming. Is it his place to give the person responsible a dressing down for sheer stupidity? Not at all. Will he do it anyway if he finds the person? Most likely.]

I've yet to meet anyone here with a true understanding or appreciation for flight. Most are incapable of it under normal circumstances.

[Plus, being a giant bird tends to be a bit of a distraction...]

We should move closer to the field. Stop them before they even leave.