[The sheep is slowly amassing a tiny army of the pigeons on him, shh'ing them when they peck to establish sitting positions. One or two have climbed up onto his horns, clinging to the tips. His Staff looks so done with this, if it could sigh, it would as one runs away and Pure Vanilla pulls back to give it a little moment.]

The could roost in one of the empty buildings, where there would be no one to bother them. They are surprisingly hardy against the cold. Come, dear, come on...

[There, got another, though this one doesn't seem to want to get off the Staff, now that it's on, and pecks at Pure Vanillas fingers when he attempts to transfer it. It just makes him huff a laugh. Ornery.

He's not entirely sure what non-denominational means, but he gets the other part, and nods gently. The warning not to read the books makes him tilt his head, but he smiles anyways.]

Of course not, if that is your wish.

[He won't even ask why! Instead he focuses on winning the pigeons trust, letting his fingers be pecked.]

Thank you for this place, my friend.