Macklyn made a silly face and looked up at the cat. "I'm hardly perfect." He shook his head and looked back down at the duckling. The glow from his hands seemed to melt into the animal, and he put it back on the ground.
Standing, he said "Now it'll be safe. It'll have an extended life and extraordinary good luck in all things."
The last of the popcorn was just seeds and crumbs, nothing fit to feed the ducks, in his opinion, so he took the bag and put it into the trash and returned to Selina.