He giggled quitely. "Enjoy it." He wiggled his eyebrows. He moved one of his hands to toss some back out into the water since there was much crowding for their hands now. It was like paparazzi or something.

She blinked at him and then at the duck. She gently reached a finger forward to brush it against the birds wing. It still gave no shits and continued to battle to inhale as much food as duck-ly possible. She huffed and put a small sprinkle out beside her.

Should the duck shit on her? I'm seriously contemplating it))

HEHAHEAH I mean- maybe))

"You look so frightened, its a duck." He teased light-heartedly. He sprinkled more out into the water, some of the ducks moved back in more. He was honestly so happy then, he wasn't sure how to feel other than overwhelmedly. A bit of a gleam in his eyes.

"Its ssssssstanding on me." She whisper hissed at him. "I've never been so terrified in my life. What if I scare it?" She whispered, throwing some food out at the others. She shifted slightly to sit a bit more comfortably, and the duck, who had given no shits before... now gave a shit. Literally. It quacked angrily and promptly shat on her leg as it hopped onto the ground to wander over to Sal. Trix stared at the duck with her mouth open slightly in shock. "...what the duck?" She asked sarcastically, barely keeping herself from dissolving into giggles.

He grinned at her, barely not bursting out in some kind of ravenous laughter. He squeaked with laughter and half with surprise, looking away. He started giggling uncontrollably. Apparently puns are a weak spot.

She giggled at his outburst, dropping the food in front of her and flopping on her back, accidentally snorting. Her hands flew to her face; and then she burst out giggling again, rolling on her side to look at him. "Apparently you are quite the ladies man. For ducks, anyway." She giggled, as her ex-duck friend attached herself to Sal's legs, beating her wings and reaching for his food hangrily.

He started laughing outright having to kneel fully to keep himself steady, he jumped a little as the duck started harassing him for food. He only laughted harder, lowering his hand for it. He sprinkled some on the ground as well while the duck finished off what was in his hands. He scooted backwards to giggle even harder, his face getting all red.

She giggled for a few more moments before getting up and looking down at the white... thing on her pants. "Well, shit." She burst into another fit of giggles, unable to hold it back as she watched Sal get harassed by a lady duck and then proceed to have a laughing attack. She flopped back down onto the grass beside him, grinning at him and then focusing on her bigger problem. "How the fuck am I gonna get this shit off?" She asked him, still smiling. "Excuse me, duck, not fuck."

He cackled at her fits of laughter, still a little startled by the duck attack, wiping his hands off on his pants and brushing it off in an attempt to stifle his laughter and quiet down. He grinned over at her for a moment, then patted his pockets over, having a hankercheif in his pocket. He stood up, narrowly avoiding the ducks and dipped half of it in the water and then handed it over to her.

"What a gentleman." She said sarcastically, taking the handkercheif from him and swiping it off her leg as best she could. "Thanks." She nodded, walking back to the waters edge and dipping the handkercheif in, cleaning it off and wringing it out afterwards. "I have never met someone who just carries around handkercheifs like it's normal." She chuckled, walking back to him and folding it into a square. "Would you like this back, sir?" She teased.