"Dude, don't worry, it's super easy." Eaglebones handed Jimmy the brown paper bag, reaching in and pulling out a handful of wild birdseed. "You just grab some feed—whop!" His other hand swept under to catch whatever bits of grain fell from between his fingers. "Careful not to drop any too early—then you make sure they settle down and gather together before—!"
He cast the feed in a wide arc before them, and the swarm of tiny birds hopping at their feet were instantly pecking away in between the cobblestones.
"And that's all there is to it!" Eaglebones concluded his lesson, glancing over at Jimmy, who was watching the pigeons below him eat with child-like awe. Only when the guitarist took the bag back into his hands did his trance break, and he looked down to see the open end being offered to him.
"Give it a try!"
Jimmy met that lopsided grin with his own and nodded. He did exactly as Eaglebones had instructed and demonstrated, each motion deliberate and calculated; the feed landed on the ground all the same, but Jimmy was just too terribly pleased with himself for his fellow bandmate to say anything.
He opted instead to watch the robot observe the birds with unbridled fondness; the dreamy, somewhat doleful smile made it clear what he was thinking of. Even if that freak of a monster was a huge hassle to deal with, it was clear that Jimmy Jr. meant a lot to him.
An idea came to him; Jimmy Jr. might've been long gone, but he could always do the next best thing. While the robot was distracted, Eaglebones knelt down and selected a small group of pigeons, varied in spots and colors, and quietly addressed them in a sequence of coos and tweets.
"…Eaglebones?"
He turned back, abruptly answering with a strange face and a questioning coo before noticing Jimmy's look of confusion. Recomposing himself, he hopped back up to his feet and patted the robot's arm. "Relaxing, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes," Jimmy replied, ignoring the spectacle Eaglebones had made of himself and turning back down to the birds. "Quite relaxing."
"Here, give it another go," Eaglebones offered again.
"Ah, alright." Once more, Jimmy reached into the bag and pulled out another clump of birdseed. He was careful to keep the gaps between the metallic plates of his hand closed, so the grains nestled neatly in his palm like a small bowl.
He was about to turn and cast it to the ground again, but halfway through the initial movement, he froze with a small gasp. Three pigeons had landed across his wrists and fingers and quickly began to enjoy their bounty.
Jimmy glanced up at Eaglebones with a gape, and got a sincere, lopsided smile in return.