[That's not the answer he expected. Ducks generally love eating things. Vyng would know — he lived as one for a couple of months, where he spent his days paddling alone in a sparkling mosaic fountain, watching people, and doing silly tricks to convince locals to drop coins into the water. He finished his stint penniless once he realized the fountain money was being used to feed people in the village (and that selling his own eggs wouldn't make up the difference), but it's a season in his life he still remembers well.
Then again, she might be skittish and shy. For a little duck, the world can be a big, scary place. With that in mind, Vyng studies the duck's movements and body language for any sign of illness or injury.]
Quack quack quack? (Are you sure?)
[He withdraws a small mason jar from his bag. While shaking the green contents in an enticing manner, he brightly adds:]
Qua quack quaaaack... ♪ (I've got some seaweed... ♪)
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Then again, she might be skittish and shy. For a little duck, the world can be a big, scary place. With that in mind, Vyng studies the duck's movements and body language for any sign of illness or injury.]
Quack quack quack? (Are you sure?)
[He withdraws a small mason jar from his bag. While shaking the green contents in an enticing manner, he brightly adds:]
Qua quack quaaaack... ♪
(I've got some seaweed... ♪)