[There are feathers and bird droppings in the hallway. It's weird enough and Alistair has enough free time on his hands that he follows the trail to its source, just down from his own room as it turns out. He's passed by the place before but hasn't really looked inside yet, so it's as good a time as any to stick his head inside and see what it is and if this is going to be happening a lot.

The droppings lead right to a chicken and its owner, sitting in the fancy suite like they both belong there. Which still manages to be weird even in a mansion filled with weirdness. He stands there studying them both for a moment, a smirk spreading across his face, before finally speaking up-]

...You know those things make terrible pets, right? It's left a mess all through the halls and there's not even enough feathers to stuff a pillow with.

[Yes he does think he's funny. But she's got a pet chicken and so has no room to judge anyone.]