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?

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