Nope! Maybe we can fly around together some time!

[He smiles- then blinks.] Oh right! The chickens!

[Turning, he sets his hands on his knees, trying to call them over.]

Flora! Fauna! Merriweather! ...aw come on, guys.

[The boy watches them scratch at the ground pointlessly for food that's no longer there. Remembering he has some left in his pocket, he slips his hand in and out, producing the kernels to toss in front of him.]

Okay, there we go.