Wine is not a food, Crowley. Not to say there won't be wine. It would hardly be a proper picnic.

[He sips his tea primly.]

Just don't frighten the poor things. They're only greedy because they're hungry. I'd be hungry living out in the open on the beach with nothing but little clams and seaweed to eat, too.

[He has no idea what gulls eat besides the bread he throws them now and then.]