She watches the way his feather's moved, stunned by how realistic they look. It's slightly more than that though, she's never seen feathers this big or this close, and the way the reflect the light is intriguing. Her fingers itch for her sketchbook, but sadly it's with the rest of her things in Paris. Oh well, at a carnival the thing to do was enjoy the rides anyway. Even though this bird is strangely large and can talk, he seems nice enough.

Marinette smiles, "Well, I suppose that'd be alright."

She'd just have to be really careful not to trip and break any mirrors. She didn't need anymore bad luck!