[ She's so glad that Apollo didn't become Thanksgiving dinner, because for a moment she's not sure. Whe she sees him pop up from the feathers and fliff, though, she's beaming and running to meet him halfway, laughing when he picks her up and spins her around.

She happily throws her arms around him in return, pretty glad to have survived the space turkey experience. ]

Me? No way! You're the amazing one here, Polly! You're so smart, you're the one who did all the hard work! Good job!

[ She grins, reaching up to pluck a few feathers out of his hair. ]