"It's a word. Why wouldn't I know it?" The faerie magic sucks and his brain is a mishmash bewitched mess. At least he doesn't think there are medieval zombies or anything. That'd just muddy things up a little too much.

Shaun considers and nods. "All right. No shooting the bird. Wouldn't want to make a bird angry? I guess?" Probably?

So his crossbow will stay stowed away.