Allen is already tearing into the breadcrumbs when Yuya pulls out his phone. He fluffs up self-consciously, which really just increases his cuteness factor by fifty. Human PR probably isn't a good thing. It'll go on the Internet, people will be on the lookout for a kingfisher in town, and it'll be harder to eavesdrop. (How thirsty does he think people are for cute animal pictures?)

Yuya will probably have enough time for one or two photos before Allen lifts into the air and alights on Yuya's shoulder. Picture that, punk.

Don't mind if he just edges toward the rest of his corndog . . .