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The weather's good this morning; the air's chilly but the sun's bright and warm, and the sky is a clear translucent blue with no hint of rain.

The major marketplace of Logan City is spread out ahead of them, a thousand bright colors and a cacophony of voices, swarming and busy and alive. It doesn't feel like starting over, because you can't start over, but it's good enough for now. And they have things to accomplish.

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With a swift stabbing motion of its head and beak, the bird picks up the fragment of cinnamon roll and launches itself delightedly into the air, wobbling a bit with the unaccustomed weight before it regains stability and flies off with its prize.

Simon starts to laugh.

"Simon Tam, you did the same thing not ten minutes ago," she accuses, grinning.

"I did?" He's still grinning, but uncertainly; honestly not sure what she's talking about.

"Did you or did you not have your hands full of breakfast when we sat down?"

"...Yes?" he says, faintly guardedly.

"You didn't look quite that unwieldy," she informs him.

"Well, I also didn't have to run away before being mobbed by a dozen other people trying to steal my breakfast," he points out.

Kaylee suddenly looks very worried, and looks down at the cinnamon roll.

"I'm not gonna be able to finish it anyhow..."

"We could wrap it up and take it with us," he suggests.

"No -- " She's shaking her head. "I mean the birds could have it. Or at least part of it."

He looks from Kaylee to the birds milling around the foot of the bench, and smiles. "Up to you."

She keeps a portion for herself; the rest of it gets broken up and scattered.

A little wistful: "I bet it's hard to be a bird."

"Less hard somewhere like this, maybe," he offers. "Between the crumbs people drop by accident, and the people who like feeding birds...."

She turns and gives him a crooked smile. "You're just tryin' to make me feel better."

"Maybe a little," he admits.

A beat.

"Look at it this way: you made some of their lives at least a little easier this morning."

"I guess."

She leans against him briefly. "And I couldn't've eaten all that, and it would've been a pain to haul around."

He puts his arm around her, and gives her a quick squeeze.

"Ready to move on?"

Kaylee looks down.

"Think I need to wash my hands." Dry.

He glances around, and then points.

"There's a water fountain that way."

Kaylee nods. "Watch this?" Gesturing to the bags.

"Shi a."

He reaches into his pocket and brings out a handkerchief, offering it to her.

"Look who's a gentleman." He gets a warm smile. "When I get back? That way it won't get all sticky when I bring it over."

"That works."

He sits there with the bags and watches her slip off through the crowd, unashamedly enjoying the picture she makes.

"Am I to take it you see somethin' you like, Simon Tam?" As she comes back, with dripping hands.

It sucks getting caught.

He offers her the handkerchief again. "Possibly?"