So maybe it would be better if his mouth stopped, so his brain would stop, too!

The bird hops from one seed to another, making the grass move, and Remi watches it go with a slight smile. Incredibly, it doesn't fade away when he turns to Oleander — it's a question anyone familiar with wildlife at all would never ask, and as such, it's sort of weirdly endearing.

"You don't," he responds, quiet but without any snappishness, this time around. "Birds avoid people, because we're big and loud. Unless the birds in a particular area are really used to being fed. If you really want it to come to you, you'd have to camouflage yourself and stay there, quiet and unmoving, so it'd confuse you with the surroundings."

A pause. "And I'm guessing you're not the type to do either." Well, the niceness was, hm, nice while it lasted —