She had been certain that no one would take her offer, but then Gerald took a leg and dug into it, though with considerably-less relish than she. Huh, that was something. Coral smiled her wide toothy grin before tossing the whole chicken over to him. One wouldn’t be enough for both of their appetites, after all. “Oh, eat up, then. More where that came from,” she explained, skewering another fowl that was running around randomly. Summon chicken, what a useful semblance. You’d never be hungry, she supposed.

This Gerald fellow was interesting. He was about as courteous as she with turtle lady, and hadn’t flinched at all at her eccentricities so far; by now, most people would have at least given her some sort of horrified expression, but he took it all in stride: very impressive for a human. Coral made a mental note that he was one of the good ones.

Esther, on the other hand… something was obviously wrong with her. Clumsy, perhaps not too smart, and afraid of chickens? Very strange. At least it kind of made sense, in a way. “Yeah, I guess that chickens can be kinda scary. They could be pecking out your eyes and scratching the skin from your bones, I guess? Little terror machines of death, yep.” Well, no, she hadn’t actually convinced herself at all, but there was no harm in agreeing… though maybe there was some in agreeing so vividly.

But if she didn’t give someone nightmares that night, she would be slacking. Had to meet quota, after all.

“Sooooooooo,” she said, letting it trail off as she glanced around for something to do. “Shall we go get good seats for the thingy? Though I guess you want food since you don’t like chicken?”