The only bird-like person that Aziraphale has met is skekGra, who is technically an alien and probably doesn't count, so he shakes his head, paying attention to Molly's description. It certainly changes the image in his mind of this little girl's appearance, but not his overall impression of her. "My goodness. Small children already have the tendency of repeating everything they hear, I can only imagine what sort of mischief she caused mimicking others. I'm glad you found a home for her, the rough and tumble world of adventuring is not a permanent place for a child."

For an angel, Aziraphale is surprisingly indulgent of a lot of things. He and Jester would definitely bonded over their love of sweets. He has another sip of tea, eyebrows rising at Molly's vague reply.

"Is it necromancy?" he asks cautiously. "Or, ah... do you shapeshift into something ferocious?" That's what Crowley does, although he only uses it to scare annoying humans. His expression softens, wishing that the tiefling had the opportunity. "You could always pursue that option here, you're an excellent storyteller. Can you play an instrument or sing?"