"Worth a shot." And hey, it was better than 50/50, by Orisa's calculations. Having judged that he's got enough bread and grapes--and hoping that the birds were both avaricious and gluttonous--Cliff stood back up, bounty in one arm and Rounder at his side.

Instead of calling too much attention to himself, he just started plucking grapes off the bunches and scattering them around in the hopes that greed would get the better of the malicious magic-abusing menaces.