The hen's dealt with worse reactions, so she won't be making too much of a fuss about it and calls out a "Good afternoon dearie," in passing.

"Horses are argumentative where you come from?" Verity turns to Felix with a smile when he sits. "You're welcome. I'm glad it worked. Would you like some sangria?" She nods to the pitcher; there's an empty glass waiting for him. "I'm glad you could come."