[Heihei looked up at Lefou, offering a bewildered cluck. He waddled forward, pecking at the knee-cuffs that the man was working on. He might not have been bright enough to crow, but at least he could help with the shinies.

Maybe.]

The chicken? No. He'll yell at any other time, though. Usually you just throw something over him and he quiets down.

[Without waiting for Lefou, Maui flopped back down in the bed. He did his best to push himself toward the edge, though there still wasn't very much room for his companion. Whatever, Lefou had said he would make it work.]

Honestly, Heihei isn't good for much. Won't eat enough to be edible, frequently chokes on things to big for him to eat. You get used to it though.