The corndog piece bumps right off Allen's wing and onto the ground. The bird spooks, flapping wildly with a startled squeak. But rather than flying away like any natural bird should, it looks straight at Yuya before dropping onto the ground and snatching up the delicious morsel.

Hey, free food is free food. All is forgiven. After gobbling it down, Allen hops closer, head tilting questioningly. Please, sir, can I have some more?