"One might think," Aziraphale agreed, he hadn't even thought to worry past the beast he'd been warned about, and yet it was now known that one had slaughtered and eaten one of the poor birds. "They can't have tasted good either." He tutted, because that mattered too, if you were going to the trouble of eating a bird without much meat on it's bones it ought to have tasted absolutely sublime. And he was quite certain that had not been the case.
Crowley for his part at least managed to guess at a little of what Aziraphale was trying to get across with his question. "Yes, a disgrace," He agreed firmly, "Those poor creatures held captive in Las Vegas," pronouncing each part of the city's name with just enough disdain to make his feelings about it known, though really he didn't care quite that much, and certainly in no heavenly capacity any longer, and yet - there had been a kind of cruelty at work there in the case of the flamingos that he could not stand even as his own sort of being now.
"And they were brought here for god knows what reason," He would not begin to guess what had possessed some of their fellow towns folk to bring the birds back, "Only to end up as food here? It's unacceptable, entirely unacceptable." He tutted, it was a small thing to be bothered over, he knew of course there were larger things that could have bothered him more, maybe even should have but here in this place, away from the world they'd known, this was where his attentions had been focused.