Subject: Feeding ducks Where: St. James's Park Who: Jacques Belmont Warnings: N/A Open to: Mary Roper, All
Though Jacques felt a little bad about feeding ducks fat on the excesses of a corrupt country ruled by a madman and an ineffective parliment of drunkards and fools, he had to admit it was very entertaining to watch the ducks dive under the water for bits of his Cornish pasty. Jacques didn't much like his lunch after all (he didn't like most British food- they had no sense of a proper sauce and Jacques often couldn't tell what was actually in his meal), and he did like ducks.
He leaned against the railing of the bridge and flicked another piece of crust at a mallard, accidentally hitting it in the head. The duck honked at him quite indignantly, and Jacques winced, hoping no one had just seen his fowl interaction.