Must be nice to just have them vanish off to wherever they go. Hawks doesn't have that ability, his wings are massive, unless he's been using them, or he's gotten injured or something and then they're growing back.

"Oh don't look at me, I had no idea." Hawks says. It's not that he didn't get sick, but no one gave him chicken noodle soup when he did. "I just really like chicken." That's probably obvious already.

Hawks also asks for fried chicken and chicken soup. It's alright, if it's expensive he'll just return the favour sometime. With their orders taken, he rests his chin on his arms lazily. "This place is nice."