[koby doesn't appear to notice, straightening up and tugging one strap back over his shoulder, fastening it with a click and smiling as lincoln stretches out her long white neck and nibbles happily on the lettuce leaf. she eats it rapidly, hopping up onto the table for the second one, prompting a soft gasp from koby.]

Lincoln -- don't, not the table. [he scoops her up, depositing her back on the chair, ears pink.] Sorry, her manners disappear when food's involved. [the duck turns her back, deliberately, ignoring koby fixing the other strap, then shifting to smile up at goodsir.]

Just a little of each? Not too much, sometimes the drinks here are more sugar than liquid, I've found.