"Baby chicks?" Noah repeats, interest piqued. "Sure. My friend has farm animals, I live with him and I help him take care of them. There's a cow, a goat, and six chickens," he says, oblivious to Dean's chickie angst.

He does take the burger, though. "Thanks," he says with a smile. He doesn't commit to more burgers, his appetite is still weird from when he was kept by KIRIN. It smells good, though, and he takes a small bite. It would be rude not to eat as a guest at someone's BBQ.