"I can definitely agree with you about the surprising," he said with an emphatic series of slow nods as he spoke. "And the capacity for both, too, really."

Which makes him wonder what Eleanor would think of the giant chicken. Probably, he thinks, she'd just wonder how many chicken nuggets she could get out of it. Tahani would want to make some sort of high fashion out of its feathers. Chidi would just ... probably scream. As for Jason, who knew? He could never predict Jason. His predictions were always smarter than anything Jason ever truly did.

"As for the glitter, I don't know, that's pretty insidious stuff." He shrugged. "But, right, one coop."

Thinking back on the reconnaissance he'd done at his arrival, he stared off into the upper middle distance for a little while, pulling ideas together and breaking off bits of others, until he had something workable.

"I'll be back soon."

That said, he headed for Rivers of America, stopping only at the Emporium to get a sketchbook and a pencil, taking a loop around the island on the riverboat and sketching as he rode it for the second time, seeing the tiny, scrubby little island and the rafts which lined the shore with fresh eyes. Once he was through, he started tying as many rafts as he could together and attaching them to the riverboat. All together, they were simultaneously big enough to float a chicken across to the islands and, once dismantled again, material enough to build a dire chicken coop with: a coop which he had meticulously drawn and detailed. He then gathered a series of rafting poles, to use for propping up the rafts, and ropes to lash it all together, from the docks. The only other thing needed was a ladder, which he figured they could procure from the Emporium on the way back. Confident in his plan, he made his way back.

"Well, Doctor, I've got everything ready. We just need a ladder, and I know where to get that."