( Seriously of all the things in Cid's life, managing to end up with a swan in his arms is not what he had in mind when it came to achievements. He takes note of the man walking in to deposit something, eyes catching how easily and quickly the other stops the sculpture from hitting the ground. He isn't a stranger to others having skills or powers, but in a completely new place the potential thought of it is enough to have him keeping hold of the swan as the man speaks to him. )

Geese? Were they as small as these ones? ( Cid's idea of a bird is a chocobo, large birds that usually pulled carts or ferried people around once they'd been tamed. As the swan honks it's annoyance, Cid can only be grateful it's not chocobo-sized though he does give it a reproachful look. ) Hold on, I'm talking here. Wait your turn.

( He shrugs at Geralt before continuing the conversation, pointedly ignoring the feathered chaos rampaging around them. )

Not feelin' the urge to jump on in and snag a few of these yourself then?