"Try not to sound so excited" Oscar laughed in response to Erin's remarking on the 'sparring group'. He looked around the table, a rag-tag team to be sure, but not without potential, certainly it would be interesting to see how Peter and Adam interacted, and while he had never actually seen any of them in the arena, including Erin, he was certainly looking forward to the experience. Upon seeing the rather grouchy girl get up and begin to clear as she volunteered her, admittedly unproven to Oscar, avian training skills, Oscar joined her, finishing up his own plate of food, not too quickly, he was still enjoying the savory sensation of the way the chicken almost melted in his mouth, the perfect texture of the mashed potatoes and the mixing thereof. 

"If you're as good with animals as you are with people, I'm sure you'd be the perfect person to help retrain HIM" Oscar retorted sarcastically, his tone made it clear that the tanned boy was joking, for the most part, and putting a good amount of subtle emphasis on the capitalized word. He did this as he moved to help clean up, taking a couple plates himself, never one to leave one person to do all the work, he took the serving plates, some of which still had food on them, as well as his own plate, and stacking it on top of the others as he passed Erin in the kitchen, he took up his post in a nearby sink and began to help out, taking a bit off the top of the large pile of dishes that lay on the countertop between the two sinks. "So, what IS with you and Lucky? do you just not like large birds? or do you ACTUALLY think he's a pigeon, cuz he's not" Oscar remarked casually, putting nothing more than basic curiosity behind the inquiry as he began cleaning the plates.