"Ornithology or augury?" The joke just slipped out there; it was the first place her mind went. Before they'd zeroed in on astromancy (Rosario categorically refused to call it astrology), Merlin'd had her reading up on every obscure method of divination and then some. The Greeks had been big on bird omens. She grinned crookedly, feeling strangely unselfconscious about it. Cathal wasn't a part of that world, it was safe to joke with him about it. There wasn't any chance he was gonna turn around and say, 'Yeah, actually, I was out there reading the auspices'. (Well, nah, he might actually, but only if he was goofing. Because in the regular world, seeing the future in bird flight or starlight was just that: goofy.)
"It's a nice place," she added as they joined the line for coffee. "I like Prospect Park better – y'know, Brooklyn pride – but Central Park's got some pretty sweet woodland."