Eddie didn’t come to Luna with the intention of chasing the geese. In fact, he had fully intended to stay away and not risk his neck to a gaggle of poultry, but when he saw the tokens around their necks, an obsession grabbed hold of him and wouldn’t let him loose until he made an attempt.

He failed, of course, and received a good bruise and a few nasty cuts out of it, but he had been told that if he asked very nicely, the geese might allow him to take and keep one of the tokens. So he approaches the pen, clears his throat, and raises his arms.

“Hear me now, geese and ganders alike," he begins in a voice that's clearly been put on for the ultimate amount of drama. "I have come to you with a small request. In the spirit of giving, I humbly petition for one of the eye tokens bestowed upon you. I can assure you, it will be treated well like the priceless treasure it is.”

He bows deeply and dramatically, lifts his gaze, and waits. If one were to listen closely, they might hear a soft honk from the back of the group, and Eddie snaps out of his bow quickly at the sound of it, eyebrows raised.

“Was--was that a yes?”

More geese begin to honk, one after another, and a grin breaks across Eddie’s face as he bows again to one corner of the pen, then again to the other corer.

“Jesus, I guess so. Awesome. Thank you, ladies. Gentlemen.”