"Giant chickens?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Your version of beef is giant chickens?" Oh yeah, this she wanted to see for herself. "Lemme guess, you ride around on them, too?" She was joking, of course.
"Fries, sorry." She realized she misspoke and shrugged, taking a long drink of her tea. Maybe she needed to start the morning off with whiskey these days. Probably would help her tongue stay on the right track. "Though we could definitely use more fires right now. Who knew Iceland could be so cold?"