Take Out

Ambrose loved left over Pizza.  In the alley behind the village franchise ready made pizza kiosk there was always a few swept out crusts.  Trouble was that those crusts were so dry that they took most of the day to soften.  Any morsel soaking in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tantamount to abandonment.  Ambrose cast a pleading eye towards the Face of Everyman.  Could the venerable sage find it in his heart to hide this bit of crust under his basalt kilt?  https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Northwestern_Crow/overview