"We could have chickens that don't sparkle, too," the knight says, turning them down the road that will lead out of the city and into the farmlands. Excited all over again now that Glen seems to be warming up to the idea, he scoots ahead a little and turns to walk backwards so he can watch Glen while he speaks, hands clasped behind his back. "Anything we wanted. We'd have the whole barn, and the fields. If the Jabberwock shows up we can even get her some pigs and make her take care of her own bacon."

Because the Jabberwock is absolutely the sort of Chain who would pick up a piglet and coo at it over what a lovely breakfast it would make someday. Alas.