Llewellyn would point out that there were things he'd learned from Rhy as well, it was almost odd to think of what one had experience with vs what the other did not. Somehow... It worked well for them. "Mallards have uh... green, smoothly feathered heads with a white ring around their neck. Wood ducks on the other hand..." He gestured a little, as if trying to work out how to describe them. "I always thought they looked rather fancier. They have almost an odd swoop of feathers on their heads, and their markings are more distinctive. Almost patterned?"

"I think I'd say one looks like he's dressed for a stroll and the other like he's prepared for a formal event." Llewellyn added, with a little grin. Yes, he thinks that sounds humorous. With the park soon spread out before him, the detective lets out a longer breath. Really, he loved how familiar it felt. The park had been a haunt of his since childhood, and even in adulthood it had become an 'office' when he wasn't welcome at Station house 1.

He always breathed easier when he was walking through one. He even straightened his slouch a little, drawing Rhy along towards the water. "You'll have to tell me what you think, of course. Perhaps you'd describe them differently." He added, as the sounds of waterfowl could be heard as the water came into view.