See, that's what I always thought chickens were. Big, and yellow, and I think I remember someone mentioning it breathed fire.

[Spending money on keeping an animal just to eat it later seems like a waste. Birds big enough to serve as labour, on the other hand? That made sense. Work an animal until it died, then eat the remains later. No waste, no loss.

Garrus gestures up into the sky.] Up there, mostly. Well, in a different reality, I guess, but you know what I mean. [Hopefully.]