Alvin started at the hand on his arm, eyeing the young miss curiously. She was being awfully cavalier about this whole thing; the bizarre situation, his surly attitude. He wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

Fortunately he was spared from having to reply as the blonde enacted her plan to lure the bird away from its treasure. He watched in mixed amusement and intrigue as the diricawl went for the bits of cake. Alvin caught on belatedly that he was meant to circle round the back, but as he tried, another brush fell from his case and the diricawl, startled, rushed toward him, intent on grabbing the new trinket. Alvin dove for the brush, trying to keep it from being swept up, but he wasn't quick enough.

Swearing lightly under his breath, he watched in dismay as the flightless irritant skipped off with its newest reward, disappearing and reappearing a few yards down the path. Alvin glowered once more, sitting flat on his ass in the dirt now, watching as the diricawl began to pull this brush apart too. "I think I admit defeat." Two brushes was not worth this aggravation, he was pretty sure.