"That's taking things a bit far," he observes about the birds.

Then he sips at his wine thoughtfully, mulling things over. "Well, right now, you're going to be locked in the slave's quarters to keep you contained and out of the hair of the person who bought you until said person is ready to leave and take you someplace. Is there anything useful you can do that translates into current day things? I'm sure people still need to cook and do laundry."