Kitt had been around this universe for long enough to realize that at this point, anything was possible, including the potential for sentient, talking ducks. And who knew? Perhaps they were psychic as well, realized her intentions, and steering a wide berth around her.
It was at least possible. Though he had no idea what their motivations would be.
"Then if that is your goal, it might not be a bad idea to start carrying a bag of bread crumbs on your person at all times. You never know where you might find these bands of marauding ducks." He widened his eyes at her in mock-seriousness.
"Oh, I wish. That would be something to see." Now it was his turn to laugh, because she couldn't possibly know how many times he'd felt like doing just that when it came to these meetings. But then he also wouldn't be able to enjoy watching the fall-out, so it was just as well he couldn't seriously consider it.
He tilted his head at her curiously, nodding towards her cup. "That's not coffee?"