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Continued from here.
She was perched atop an old light pole this time. The mystery how the rusty thing held her weight was more puzzling than how she got up there in the first place. Seeing him point to his mouth made her giggle and she quickly tore off another chunk, aiming squarely for his sharp mouth. Of course the bread was deliciously soft and just a little chewy...even still warm!
Cicero obviously had no intention to question Spoons' ways. After all, every time she did actually explain something it really just went right over his head. Bit beyond his pay grade he's afraid.
That's why Legion doesn't exactly give him the thinking jobs. Just the doing jobs.
As soon as a piece of bread lands in his mouth, fists fly into the air in celebration of victory. Teeth chewing the sinfully good bread. How was he supposed to go back to tack now?
"C'moooon- throw me a chunk! Not these little bird pieces!"