"Oh, you're from New York? How exciting," Mary Margaret replies, almost jealously. "I never really got far beyond home, myself, but I always wanted to visit the Big Apple. All those tall buildings, all those people. It would probably be something of a culture shock for little old me."

She takes the crust of bread from him and assumes a seated position a short distance away, knees nudged to one side to allow for the skirt of her sundress, and starts tossing crumbs underhanded towards the milling crowd. "Wolves kind of give me the creeps. No offense to wolf-lovers or anything, but - there's something about birds that is just so calming."