The back door to the kitchen opened a crack and a tiny girl stuck her head cautiously inside, in case there was a knight with an ace behind this one. Sighing with relief that this wasn't the case Alfie cast her gaze around the empty room. "Hunter?" She called, careful not to raise her voice too loud. She pushed the door open a little further, which was just enough for a few chickens to dart in.
That forced her hand, and she shimmed into the room after them as they milled about. She found the closest hen and scooped it up into her arms. "Guys, no. No birds in the house. You're gonna get me in trouble." She said, carrying it to the door and pushing it back out. She was going to do the same to the other two when she noticed a peculiar smell coming from the pot on the stove. Forgetting the other chickens for the moment, she found a stool and pulled it over to have a closer look.
She leaned over the pot and sniffed again, then hopped down hurriedly dug through the nearest drawer for a spoon. Hopping back up, she started stirring vigorously. "Where is he? It almost scorched." she complained to the two chickens. They gave some clucks that she thought sounded pretty affirmatory, but then again they'd be clucking like that since they got in. She settled in to watch lunch while her two friends took the opportunity to explore what was, for their kind, the gateway to the afterlife.