“Another chance,” Hennessey says, “is all I ask. Thank you, James.” James gives him a half-smile.“You’re welcome. Besides,” he adds, “I can hardly pass up the chance to keep calling you Admiral Henseed, now can I?”Hennessey rolls his eyes.“Damn the boy,” he says jokingly. “If I hear one chicken noise from anything lacking the requisite feathers, I shall mutiny.”

From Apologia ad Iphigeniam:

This is blatant releasing of tensions that had been building in this fic and now they’re done and we’re making chicken jokes. That’s it – four-year-old mispronunciation of a name leads to James and Hennessey starting to relax around each other again because damn the kid’s too cute and they didn’t actually want to fight with each other in the first place, although James was up for that if that’s what Hennessey was there for. Gods help Hennessey if he ever agrees to feed the chickens to help Miranda out – Thomas and James will never let him hear the end of it!