"Aren't you a pretty bird?" Data said, admiringly.

"I guess?" Makari replied, bewildered.

"You know what I heard pretty birds really like?" Data said. His hips jutted out slightly, the most subtle pelvic thrust on this side of the Atlantic Ocean. (The most subtle pelvic thrust on the other side of the Atlantic, it must be said, belonged to Huinesoron, who put it to most excellent use, if the survey response was anything to go by.)

"What?" Makari giggled slightly.

"Bird seed." He waggled his eyebrow at her. "And, y'know, my name really is Raven, so I have a lot of seed to go around..."

Makari giggled even more. "I do feel a bit hungry," she admitted.

"My room or yours?"

Makari's giggles became even more, a blush painting across her delicate features. "I'm sure we could find a nice bench, somewhere. After all, that's the best place to be throwing bird seed near."

With that, they departed.