"Mm. More temperamental than chickens. They're incredibly smart, and incredibly loyal too." Nyx laughed though when she made a comment about riding them. "You know what, yes." His smile was genuine. "We do ride them. They pull carts in rural parts, and if trained right they can easily move at well about twenty miles an hour."
Nyx tapped the corner of his mouth. "You might be drooling." He teased her in reference of her word slip. "I actually would have no clue. He reminded, but he liked it. Iceland was nice if you asked him. The cool weather was actually good feeling. "Though, I rather the fries over the fires." But he could easily create a fire for her.