[He doesn't like typing on this large thing with one hand, so... he doesn't respond. When he does get there to see Skye there, feathers everywhere, chicken in a pot, he... blinked, then raises a brow, wordlessly coming in to stand in front of the pot, one hand on his hip and staring at the dead chicken in the pot. Deadpan:]
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Really?
[Child, please.....]