Ashton: I got some bad news. KFC looked at my job application, and they said they don’t want me as a taste taster.
Pierre: Why not? It sounded like the perfect job for you. Any time anyone in the house is eating, you come running to see if it’s chicken.
Ashton: They said something about me being a miner.
Pierre: Oh, that makes sense.
Ashton: It does NOT make sense! I don’t even have thumbs to hold a pickaxe. But the chicken man kept insisting.
Pierre: *sighs* Minor. He meant you’re too young.
Ashton: I’m not too young to taste chicken! I’ve been doing it since I was a kitten!
Pierre: Well, you didn’t want a job anyhow.
Ashton: But I wanted to taste chicken. Lots of chicken.
Pierre: Mmmmmff.
Ashton: So I was thinking… what if I opened a chicken restaurant of my own?
Pierre: Mmmmmmmmmff.
Ashton: Why do I think you aren’t taking me very seriously?
Ashton: If I open my own chicken restaurant, you and Newton could help me taste test.
Pierre: Hey, I like the sound of this!
Ashton: See? So start thinking about names. We’ll brainstorm them soon!
What do you think Ashton should name her chicken restaurant?
