You Can Fly?

Li Meirong rubbed her chin between thumb and index finger, then tapped a finger against her lips thoughtfully.

"Did you forget that our house is situated on another floating island?" she asked him. "It's not like you can suddenly sprout a pair of wings." She paused for a moment, considering, then did something akin to a double-take as she looked him up and down whilst raising an eyebrow. "Or can you? Do your shapeshifting abilities extend to that level of transformation?"

"Obviously not," Snowball scoffed. "Do I look like a bird to you?" He stared at her with an icy stare; his glacial glare let her know exactly how unimpressed he was by the assumption.

Li Meirong threw her hands in the air in an exasperated fashion.

"I guess I was wrong," she admitted with a little huff. Could anybody truly blame her for asking?