What a weird bird! Daigo takes the bag and steps away from the table, then shifts his bags around so he can offer the bird his wrist at chest level for a perch, if it wants it. "You lost, or just sightseeing, buddy?" he asks, voice pitched kind of low as he approaches carefully but not at all stealthily. Parrots were definitely smarter than the lovebirds they'd kept at the school where he'd done his student teaching. More importantly, of course, they could talk. Maybe it had something to say!