[He stays silent for a moment, visibly trying to choose how he wants to say this.]

I mean... you weren't exactly you at the time, so... [He shrugs, a hand rubbing at his neck. He knows Owen would rather not acknowledge that elephant.

He leans down to gently stroke one of the chickens with a couple fingers, brow furrowing.]

Eavesdrop...? [Why would that matter? Where does the chicken gossip go? What a weird line of thought, he hates this actually.]

Uh, well. If you want to ask, then sure... [His smile thins apologetically.] We can't go back to the coop right now, though. Once the rain's over. Syr and I will clear everything up and they can get back to being comfortable out there.

It'll be quietest for them if they stay in here.