Rodeo's brows lift at her statement, no doubt reading that double-entendre loud and clear. He's been swaggering along with his hands in his pockets, but there's a definitely stumble in his easy step at that declaration. He's smirking, and that cheeky grin only widens at her words. But he's aware that she means that literally, because as they reach the hangar he can hear the clucks of live chickens coming from inside. They follow Sweet Melissa inside the hangar and find her waiting patiently, sitting on the ashy dirt and watching the chickens with her intelligent, calm gold eyes. Rodeo stops beside her, reaching down to scratch the top of her broad boxy head as he looks over the animals.
"Well, we're turnin' into a regular goddamn ranch 'round here," Rodeo says, clearly not opposed. He told Willa from the beginning that if she can keep the cows alive, she can keep 'em, simple as that. The chickens are no different. And if he gets dinner out of it, hell, how could he mind? He looks over to Willa, arching his brows at her. "You puttin' out a hit on one o' these bad boys, sweetheart? You want me to do the dirty work?"