Fives is taking a drink of his own sugary, milky, only marginally coffee concoction while Jedao talks and nearly does a spit take at the last word. He... doesn't actually have enough experience of the real world, especially of things like agriculture, to have any idea that cock could mean something as innocent as a chicken.

"They make those? In public?" he asks, wide-eyed with startled fascination at the idea. "I don't think you'd be able to talk Echo into making a foam dick here, but he could probably do a dragon... and if you mention the sugar painting I bet he'd want to learn how." And he bets he could get him to make a sugar cock in the privacy of the kitchen.