Big softie. [ she teases, getting to her feet and gathering the remainder of the mess to dispose of it outside the cave. Wiping her hands clean with a damp towel, she rotates the knives so the meat cooks evenly, settling back into a seat next to him. ]

Wanna take bets on if the natives have smoked that stuff or not? [ She quirks a small smile, pulling a face at the rations he's eating. ]

If you find that stuff delicious, maybe I don't wanna taste your mom's cobbler.