Outcast gave Ritz Crackers a quizzical look. "Nothing that isn't going to try to kill you is free." She said, as though amused, acting as though he was playing some sort of game with her.
Fish Sticks shrugged, "Well, notgul, your choice."
"No," muttered Lore. "My parents got snached by a hawk and I just got here,"
Outcast clicked her beak in slight annoyance. "For one, as I have said, it's Outcast. Second, your the one with the overly peeked curiosity, so if we're talking to him randomly, you're approaching him first."
"Sure why not," Moonlight stretched and steadied a clever orange eye on the gull.
"Hmm," Ritz studied the water. It was boiling with fish. He dove and fixed his beak around one. "If you have to be that way, I'll trade this fish for you talking to that little white-eyed raven over there," he floated over the waves with a clever glimmer in his eye.
Fish Sticks cocked his head at her. "You're not an outcast. Or are you?" He narrowed his eyes at her as if he could discern truth from the crow by sheer willpower alone. "Oh, no, that was Ritz. But now I'm curious too."
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