Dandelion wasn't in the best of moods. He'd been tasked with looking after some incredibly small humans that Pipkin had picked up. As far as he was concerned they might as well have been fed to a finch, but Hazel had made it quite clear that these humans couldn't possibly cope with the world from such a small position. One thing that bothered Dandelion most of all was how he could run from elil without losing his passengers if they couldn't stay atop his head just from general hopping around.
