“Nothin’ t’say fer yourself then?” he said before lashing out with a closed talon, punching her straight in the chest and sending her to the ground with a pained yelp. She dropped her package, the baked goods spilling onto the broken cobblestone ground. “Oh lookee here, Jerm, chicken neck here has an awful lot of food on her claws. Perhaps we should do t’right thing and help her carry some of it, eh?”