The swat and what she says brings César back to himself for a moment, and he gasps some air with the wide grin. "I'll split for half..."

César looks down at the bone in her hand, then snorts a laugh again. "You winged... the wing bone."

And he starts laughing again, this time loudly, losing his balance, and falling right onto his butt. He'd been halfway there already. He doesn't seem to mind this sequence of events as he leans back on the chair leg, keeping right on laughing without abandon.