Gus is only slightly startled, but not displeased to hear Cecil's voice. He turns and looks up to see his - sure, his friend - looking down at him from the pool's edge. He feels a little self-conscious, having been caught like this, but Cecil's an odd enough bird that it doesn't make much difference, really.

"Hello," he says, and moves toward the shallower side of the pool. "I'd begun to think I was the only one here."