Serph's expression looks dubious. Is porridge really enough? That soft, flavourless thing?
He looks down at the strange creature, cut into small, bite sized pieces, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. Jack had gone to the effort to catch this creature for him -- and intends to continue to do so -- out of no obligation. Guilt needles at him; Jack wouldn't need to do this if he were hunting like he ought to be. And yet...
He doesn't say that he would prefer the creature uncooked.
"What do you like to eat?" Maybe he could keep an eye out for something like it when he next searches the wilds.
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He looks down at the strange creature, cut into small, bite sized pieces, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. Jack had gone to the effort to catch this creature for him -- and intends to continue to do so -- out of no obligation. Guilt needles at him; Jack wouldn't need to do this if he were hunting like he ought to be. And yet...
He doesn't say that he would prefer the creature uncooked.
"What do you like to eat?" Maybe he could keep an eye out for something like it when he next searches the wilds.