Funny business?! How dare. Danforth grumbles; Radar snickers, despite himself. As one of the chickens tries to sneak behind him to get to the feed barrel, he whispers, "Voco," and conjures a semi-translucent hand to gently push it back. Turns out the magic Fever taught him is good for getting stuff from high places, squishing fae monsters, and corralling unruly farm animals.

"It's this one over here," he says, using the same hand to give the top of another barrel a couple whaps. "Use the blue bucket. She gets two bucketfuls -- put it in the big bowl next to her trough, and if the hay needs topping off there's more down that way."

The hand points to the bales on the other side of the barn, then poofs away as the spell runs out.