[ For one ludicrous moment he thinks that Harry is suggesting they just sit here and snack on the leftovers until the swans get bored, but then the idea clicks, and Cisco twists in his seat so he can reach the basket in the second row of seats. There's not much left, but it's worth a shot. Certainly better than trying to wait them out. At least, as long as the swans don't interpret the projectiles as an attack rather than a peace offering.
He hands over what's left - some crusts, a few crackers, a single slice of watermelon - over to Harry. His idea, after all. And, well, he probably has better aim, when all is said and done. ]
[ Harrison eyes the leftovers before setting the slice of watermelon to the side. He pedals just a bit, turning their boat so it's facing the pier — as well as the swans. With a grimace, he tests the weight of the crackers in his hand, then throws them swiftly, sending them flying off to the side of the swans, opposite the pier. The sound of food plunking into the water catches their attention, and they immediately swarm over in that direction. ]
Now.
[ He starts to pedal furiously, keeping in time with Cisco's pace so they're not just going in circles. As they get closer to the mob of birds, he takes the crusts and tosses them further out in an attempt to draw them away and keep them occupied for just a little bit longer there. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Harrison can't get out of the paddle boat quickly enough when they get to the pier. He shoots a withering look in the direction of the guy in charge of the boats before storming off the pier and onto dry, solid land.
Forget going back to the lab. At this point, all he wants to do is go back to the apartment (to go back home, he reminds himself) and kick his feet up and— actually, that was a good idea. He crosses his arms and waits for Cisco to approach him, giving him a stern look. ]
Keys.
[ To the van. No explanation given because no explanation needed. Besides, after the swan incident, Cisco had lost all rights to ask for explanations — at least for today, anyway. ]
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[ For one ludicrous moment he thinks that Harry is suggesting they just sit here and snack on the leftovers until the swans get bored, but then the idea clicks, and Cisco twists in his seat so he can reach the basket in the second row of seats. There's not much left, but it's worth a shot. Certainly better than trying to wait them out. At least, as long as the swans don't interpret the projectiles as an attack rather than a peace offering.
He hands over what's left - some crusts, a few crackers, a single slice of watermelon - over to Harry. His idea, after all. And, well, he probably has better aim, when all is said and done. ]
Worth a shot.
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[ Harrison eyes the leftovers before setting the slice of watermelon to the side. He pedals just a bit, turning their boat so it's facing the pier — as well as the swans. With a grimace, he tests the weight of the crackers in his hand, then throws them swiftly, sending them flying off to the side of the swans, opposite the pier. The sound of food plunking into the water catches their attention, and they immediately swarm over in that direction. ]
Now.
[ He starts to pedal furiously, keeping in time with Cisco's pace so they're not just going in circles. As they get closer to the mob of birds, he takes the crusts and tosses them further out in an attempt to draw them away and keep them occupied for just a little bit longer there. ]
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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. ]
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Forget going back to the lab. At this point, all he wants to do is go back to the apartment (to go back home, he reminds himself) and kick his feet up and— actually, that was a good idea. He crosses his arms and waits for Cisco to approach him, giving him a stern look. ]
Keys.
[ To the van. No explanation given because no explanation needed. Besides, after the swan incident, Cisco had lost all rights to ask for explanations — at least for today, anyway. ]