Flavio has made his decision. The gull is a stranger, strangers are interesting, and interesting things must be investigated at once — this is simply the law. He tucks the lapel pin into his fist alongside the boutonnière and sets off down the aisle with the determined, side-to-side waddle of a two-year-old on a mission. The observer lunges, catches themselves, converts the lunge into a dignified crouch-and-reach that fools absolutely no one. Aurora, watching her brother go, looks at the birdseed, looks at the gull — now tracking Flavio's approach with sharpened professional attention — and very slowly begins to follow. The observer, now managing a toddler advance on a herring gull during an active wedding ceremony, performs rapid mathematics: the best move is to get there first. And so the three of them proceed in a small, urgent, absolutely trying-to-be-quiet procession toward the flower arch.