[At first he gets a bit of a blank look, but it doesn't take long for her to catch onto his meaning.]
Wh-- dude, no! JEEZ! That's-- NO.
[Ironically, when it comes to people Heather ~liiiiikes~, she'd be more inclined to let them freak out over the owls and laugh like a hyena about it. She's sort of like that third-grade boy who dips his crush's pigtails in ink.]
He's like-- a brother, practically. That'd be weird.
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But if all else fails, you could go door-to-door.
I had to do that once with some of mine.
[... Not that she's a breeder, so there weren't exactly an unholy quantity of eggs, but...]