Truthfully, it hadn't even crossed Abby's mind that sentient, talking ducks could actually exist in this universe. Granted, with the information she'd gleaned from Cass, Henn and Soren it was something she would consider possible if she thought of it, but she had become so caught up in her duck theory that she had fallen back into her usual thought pattern, which was to assume that ducks here were the same as the ducks she was used to.
As Kitt advised carrying breadcrumbs with her, Abby cocked her head to the side and replied, "You're right. Or, maybe, what if they're sick of bread? With so much getting thrown at them, maybe they'd like something different? Maybe that's why they seem to look so mad sometimes; they're bored of everyone assuming bread's all they can have. And stale bread, too, because most people don't exactly buy bread just to give to ducks." Pausing, she grinned and commented, "So when I said I didn't shout at ducks, I didn't mean to talk your ear off about them instead. It just sort of...happened."
Grinning and nodding as Kitt's response to her not so serious suggestion, Abby commented, "You could always go back five minutes later. Little joke, make them think that's what you're doing. Might make things a bit more interesting at least." Once again, clear evidence that for all her social nature, Abby was not management material.
As Kitt questioned her choice of beverage, Abby shook her head. "Nope. Technically it's soda, only most soda doesn't contain enough caffeine to make a small rodent keel over." Pulling the lid from her cup, she tilted it towards Kitt so he could see the pinkish coloured liquid. "Like I said, I find coffee undrinkable but, far be it for me to let that stop me developing a caffeine addiction like the rest of the world." With a mischievous grin, she asked, "Wanna try some?"