Alex whistles, and Crow swoops down to a branch just about head-height to perch, front talons gripping while back paws and big, fluffy tail keep him balanced. A few feathers fall to the ground as he preens, as if showing himself off to this New Exciting Maybe-Friend (who might feed him). Alex hands a cube up for the beaked beast, who takes it not-quite-gingerly, but without taking any of his human's fingers with it.

He holds up a few more of the treats, and a nod down to the dogs. "There's nothing in these that would hurt them. Spoil them a little, maybe." A look back up at his pet, who's already swallowed his treat whole.

"You know, I get that your digestive system is avian enough to not have to chew your food, but you could at least stop to taste it."