Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch?
K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers.
Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?
My youngest brother used to ask for his chicken to not have “beaks and bones” in it.
He’d get along well with Katherine, now that I think about it…