"You're pretty inconspicuous. How long have I been feeding you bread now? I can't tell you guys apart except for ones with unusual colors."
<Because you're really cute,> he sighs, and steps closer on the bench to nibble a bit of naan out of her hand.
She eeps and giggles when he eats from her hand. "A talking pigeon thinks I'm cute. I'm having a really, weird dream."
Peck peck! Mmmm tasty bread bits.
<Okay, but it's broad daylight, you didn't just fall asleep in the park, if you're dreaming now then when did you start?>
"Goooood question. Huh. Okay. Why does a talking pigeon think I'm cute and want to talk to me? Have you got a name?"
<Kinda sorta,> he says. <Might be a bad idea to use it, though, what with the 'in hiding' thing.>
"I seem to be going with 'talking pigeon' so far, what am I gonna do, use my prospective puppy name on you, what if I actually get a puppy?"
<Nah, I don't think I wanna be a Kendall,> he says. <And I've never been a puppy, either. I've been a kitty! A soft fluffy kitty cat.> He coos.
<Cats are like people; they won't love you just because you're there,> he explains. <They need to get to know you first, and then they might not like you. But I like almost everybody, so I'm the cuddliest kitty imaginable.>
"Well, I still want a puppy. I don't want to get a kitten that might decide it doesn't like me and then have to either keep an animal that won't love me or give it back to the shelter."