"I guess he's your uncle." Holden laughed at that, shaking his head a little. "Damn. Bet he'd love that."

That said he picked Gideon back up and carried him into the kitchen, where he started the kettle. He got got a vegetable mix from the freezer and put a pot on the stovetop, having an idea for Gideon's dinner.

"He won't be that mean, he's just not good with people. He has a strong Irish accent, but I'm sure you can understand him."

Well, probably. Worth a try, anyway. "He likes birds, so you could tell him about the chickens."