[ Alberto gives a snort of a laugh. They're talking about being bored with their food? He's about it. But indeed, it does sound boring, once Alberto's attention is distracted by the pond they're standing beside. He turns and notices and rushes the fence again, clutching the rail to lean over slightly as he points at some flamingoes. ]
Woah! Giant pink seagulls!
[ ...They're not seagulls... Alberto turns to Antonio with renewed enthusiasm — acting far more childish than the literal child beside him... ]
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Woah! Giant pink seagulls!
[ ...They're not seagulls... Alberto turns to Antonio with renewed enthusiasm — acting far more childish than the literal child beside him... ]
What're those birds?!