"No, I'm fairly certain it was angry. You did break its neck after all." Vincent stares at the developing tableau.
"I think... I think it's really just still a peacock. Hopped up on divine power, but a peacock. Raised in a zoo. A handout is going to be more attractive than a fight." He grimaces. What he wouldn't give to be able to call on the Lady Frigg right now.
Taking a chance, he wanders closer to Argo and the bird, and gives a gentle whistle. He grabs a pretzel off a street cart, and lowers himself towards the ground, offering it towards the bird.
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