"Guess that's her name now," Ciro declared through his self-deprecating laugh. At the same time, he was posting a blaring mental note that he'd have to watch just what he called the vulnerably-unnamed animals here. If he didn't watch his unoriginal mouth, there'd be unfortunate chicos and chicas all over the place.Aella quickly looked at the white chicken, laughing when the chicken fluttered out of Ciro' reach. It wasn't all that funny, but the way she waddled away, her red crown that covered nearly half her face flopping, was amusing to her.
"Spicy chica," she laughed, looking down towards him. "That's a funny name." She knelt beside him, wiggling her fingers through the fence at the strange looking birds. Several came over, investing her fingers and giving the occasional peck, but never close enough that she could actually though them. When one came close enough, her fingers brushed against the feathers of her neck and her gaze lit up. "Shes so soft," she murmured, trying to be quiet but it still startled the chicken enough for it to dash away from reach.
He made a show of pouting when the chickens approached Aella without having to be bribed. "Hey, no fair, you're having more luck than me."