[He leans back, stretching his legs out in front of him and inhaling audibly before sighing melodramatically.]

Alas, not. They followed us for a while, hoping, I believe, that we'd be able to provide them with never-ending supplies of pies made of their brothers and sisters instead of week-old stale bread, before eventually giving up and waddling off to bother some other poor, unsuspecting soul. Fortunately, they're not quite as vicious as pigeons, nor as determined. I'm fairly certain that if I truly wanted an army of birds, pigeons would be the better option.

[He stops, regarding her briefly.]

I was bored and it seemed like an appropriate way to pass the time.