Dionysus makes a wine glass for Aziraphale and hands it over. This is, of course, one of his usual powers, and is therefore much less exciting than making, oh I don't know, another head of lettuce or something, but it's just a reflex for him at this point. "That's such a cute idea! And yeah, Sagramore has a tiny little chicken. It's around," he holds up his hands to imply an almost impossibly tiny chicken. "this big. Fully grown though, but I guess it's just a small kind of chicken."