Llewellyn blinked, head tilting slightly at Rhy as he moved along to select things and offer payment. “They are, yes, but there are also wild geese that aren’t? Mm… There were several kinds that could be found in Toronto? There was a recent conservation effort to reintroduce and uh- try to bring back the numbers of those that’s numbers had dwindled.”

Some might joke or offer some skepticism over the idea that someone had never seen a live duck before, but Llewellyn had a pretty good idea of why that would be. Instead, he was just happy to share these new little things with Rhy, more than glad to teach something himself. Turning back to his husband and offering him a pretzel and to take the plant for him again, he continued. “Ducks look a lot like they do in books? Well… as long as the artist’s rendition of them is good.”

Scratching at the side of his cheek lightly, he hummed a little. “In Toronto we had a lot of mallards and wood ducks, and a few others but those were the main ones I remember waddling around or bobbing in the waters.” A small grin crossing his face, he nudged the other in the direction of the park. “But you’ll see for yourself soon enough, love.”