It would be exactly Rosario's kinda luck, really, if the birds really did have an omen for her today. Something like this is all gonna end awkward or you really blew it with that t-shirt, chica. But maybe luck was on her side, or maybe augury was one thing she hadn't inherited from Apollo, because when she looked where Cathal was gesturing, all she saw was a bunch of greedy sparrows scarfing down crumbs. Her laugh was mixed amusement and relief. "I'm reading it as NYC birds are mad opportunists."