I know. That's all I need these days, so I don't think I'm much suited for doing more than maintenance on the farm animals. You're the one with the horde.

[He gestured to make it clear he was heading back inside to put together a meal for both the chick and adult chocobo, leaving Gabe out there to mind the pair who seemed to like each other. That was good. Social birds should be with their own kind.

He walked inside and searched around for the fish in the fridge, pulling it out and cutting it up into small pieces for the chick and bigger ones for Roxy. Then he was pulling on boots and heading to the greenhouse to grab some fresh greens. He trekked back inside, washed them up and also cut them into smaller pieces.

Once he was done that, he separated them into bowls, the larger portion to Roxy and eased his way back outside.]

Here's the grub.