Oliver was indeed more than a little mortified at the idea of feeding the chicken chicken, his mouth falling open slightly as he shook his head adamantly. "We're not doin' that," he promised, looking directly at the bird.
"Five?" he echoed after Kiley, glancing up to offer her an amused smirk. "You're a bit teeny to be pullin' a Gaston, princess." It occurred to him that he was fairly sure he'd never called her that in person. He contemplated briefly whether or not to agree to make her that much food, but figured that if she couldn't eat all of it somebody else would.