It didn't take them long before they arrived at the kitchens. Sylve rolled out a long sheet of parchment paper to avoid laying the freshly shot birds directly on one of the kitchen's work surfaces. "Greg, be a dear and fetch a trash bag from under the sink, would you?", he said. "The first order of business will be to pluck these little fellows and it seems a shame to waste all the lovely feathers if we can help it, so I'd like to keep them separate from the normal trash."