She uncovered the bread. Several large slices that had been whisked away from the stall of the merchant still radiated with the warmth of the stone ovens they were cooked in. The smell was rich and heady, and she felt her beak water as her mind began to ponder the taste. She closed her beak and shook her head. No, if she took a bite for herself, she wasn’t sure if she’d stop to ensure there was enough left for both of them, hungry though she was.