[ They might argue and bicker at times, but when shit gets real (far moreso than the threat of a feisty water fowl), he and Harry have always managed to get into synch, almost reading one another's minds, working together in unison. Cisco doesn't even need the command to alert him; he knows just the moment to start pedaling, and it's much easier to match up with Harry now that he's actually focusing on it. Harry handles the food-throwing and Cisco makes sure they don't get off-course, which still leaves him with hands free so that he can flip the birds the bird as they pass by. Not that they'll understand it, but it's the intent that matters.
It's a bit anticlimactic in the end: Harry's distraction strategy works like a charm, and by the time the swans have stopped squabbling and flapping at one another over the morsels, the paddle boat is far enough away that they don't bother with it any more. Which just leaves Harry and Cisco a small stretch of pond before they reach the pier. ]
Score: humans, one, hell birds, none. Suck it! [ That last being addressed to the swans, obviously. But Cisco doesn't shout it too loudly or aggressively because the last thing he needs is for them to change their mind about the boat being a threat. ]
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It's a bit anticlimactic in the end: Harry's distraction strategy works like a charm, and by the time the swans have stopped squabbling and flapping at one another over the morsels, the paddle boat is far enough away that they don't bother with it any more. Which just leaves Harry and Cisco a small stretch of pond before they reach the pier. ]
Score: humans, one, hell birds, none. Suck it! [ That last being addressed to the swans, obviously. But Cisco doesn't shout it too loudly or aggressively because the last thing he needs is for them to change their mind about the boat being a threat. ]