He really didn't want to take a bath but if he wanted to meet the chickens, he had to. He supposed he could dip quickly and then get out. He didn't know what to think of the room or what to do with all of this, he just felt a little sick. What if he wet the bed? What if he broke something? What if the chickens hated him and he had to leave? How did he make chickens like him?

He frowned nervously and then looked at Gunn. "You have to see my room too." And if it was too nice, maybe he could tell Gunn that it had be less nice so he didn't ruin it.