"...Huh, I see." Gerald said, still unsure of what to think about the fact his near mystical image of Beacon had been so thoroughly and completely demolished. Watching at the chicken horde dispersed, Gerald shook his head at the whole situation. It was just so strange, after all, but at least it was over. Turning over to Coral, he looked at the piece of chicken for a few moments before he shrugged. "Sure, I'll have some." 

Taking a piece of probably really questionable chicken - hey, food was food, after all - Gerald took a bite before noticing how Esther had set up all of her defences. "...You alright?" he asked, having heard her audible "No" earlier. Did turtles ever have anything against Chicken? Gerald could not recall.