Lucien has to suppress some scowling at people who say 'aww' but manages to make it to the restaurant without being impolite to anyone.

The restaurant has their private room ready and waitstaff assigned to them who are respectively handling not going "aww" by a) mostly looking over the amaliens' heads or at the dupe pad or the tablecloth, and b) gritting his teeth constantly.

Honestly that's better.

Not according to this amalien!

"Why're you angry?"

"- I'm not angry, miss."

"Oh, are you doing that with your teeth cause you need something to fidget with? You could get a mouth chewy toy. My friend has one but she's not here right now."

"......... thank you for the advice miss."

"Your welcome!"

That went better then expected honestly!

Waiters bring them vegetarian foods!

Nom nom nom.

"You are a really good cook!" one amalien tells a waiter. A few others agree!

"- I'll let the chef know!" he responds.

The amaliens finish up relatively fast - there's a lot left over actually since most of them just snack on the different foods.

Lucien pays the bill with his pocket everything.

"Do you think there's anyone who would want the extra food that we didn't eat?"

"- not really, since you got a little ways into everything, but it'll make good compost for the farms!"

"Oh, that's great! We're going to farms next actually. Do you think we should bring it there?"

"No, we have special bins for it here, it goes in batches."

Efficient! He approves.

With that he is off to the farm with the rest of the amaliens.

The chickens all live indoors. Over here are the egg incubators and the hormone bath they dunk them in to make sure they will all be female enough to lay eggs; over here are the chicks; over there are the ones old enough to lay.

The chicks look tolerably comfortable. The adult hens don't, really. The floor's made of wire mesh, with a roll of giant paper unspooling from one end and gradually rolling up on the other to be periodically taken and composted; they have perches and roofless nest-platforms, which can be withdrawn from the other side of the wall to be washed and put back, and the holes those leave in the wall when they're removed are the only times sunshine that can get in, though there's plenty of electric light. They're being fed hay and grain and some kind of vitamin mix. The place smells like bleach.

The amaliens are sort of confused why chickens need baths, and also feel bad for how the chicks aren't outdoors since that seems sort of sad for them. They ask when the chicks are let outdoors and when they're told they aren't some of them are really confused about this. Their guide says he'll answer questions at the end of the tour, so they hold it in for a bit. Then they see the adult hens, crowded in a place that smells bad and doesn't have sun and there's nothing for the chickens to do and the food doesn't look like food chickens would want and and and... A few of the amaliens start crying.

"Why's it have to be like this..."

"- well we have a lot of them in one place, and that makes it hard for natural processes like plant growth and dilution and so on to take care of all the mess that chickens make. So we set them up like this, and we can keep them clean that way," says the tour guide.

Lucien is sad, as well as a bit confused and angry.

"And the lack of sunlight?"

"...chickens aren't plants, they don't need - are there birds like this on this planet that need sunlight? These ones don't, they're Amentan chickens."

"I'd expect birds here to try to get to sunlight if there wasn't any? Even the not flying types. And if you took it away I think they would be sad?"

"They're healthy enough without it, and it's cheaper to build the building this way. Windows break easily and the birds could be hurt, or flap out of the opening and into the wilderness, if that happened."