[ On the other hand, Kassandra wouldn't consider herself a cook at all. Best she can manage is to put some meat over open fire and enjoy its blandness. Occasionally, she'll be adventurous and add a little salt and pepper or olive oil, or simply just down it with wine.

The point is, she is grateful for someone who can. She can't remember the last time she had a real dinner. ]

So you want to feed the others, too? [ Kassandra is far more selfish than that, but she appreciates the sentiment. ] How noble of you.

[ Adorable, really. She starts toward the exit, recalling her encounters earlier. ]

I don't know what they're called, but there is something that resembles a horse straight out of mythology. Normally I would liken it as a partner, but I don't think this one is meant to be ridden. I say we kill it.