Snippet #2755896

Quilodor chuckled a bit when she called him a hopeless romantic. When she asked what he was good at, he raised an eyebrow slightly, smirking with amusement when she said she was almost scared to see him hunt. "There's not much I'm good at. I can run and climb and shoot a bow quickly and accurately. I can track animals, chase them down, kill them painlessly... and I like to fancy myself a pretty decent conversationalist, but beyond that, there's not much," he said with a laugh.

Sariandi giggled a bit when Valery said that she would look hot as a prince. "Well, I mean....you would," she agreed with a smirk. "At least, I think so. We'll have to test that theory when Halloween comes," she said, a somewhat devious look coming to her face. When Valery asked what she wanted to eat and led her to the kitchen by the hand, she shrugged slightly. "I don't know. I don't know what you humans eat," she said with a giggle. "Around this time in the tribe we'd be eating salads made of foraged leaves, berries, and herbs, and the cooking women would be starting to cook whatever the hunters had brought back so we'd have meat for the evening meal. Quil always seems to bring back the best dinners. We have four hunters who hunt regularly and a couple backups in case they're not around or they're sick or injured, and they all specialize in hunting different animals. Two of them are trappers and they go for small things that stay on the ground, like rabbits, and then there's the guy who always brings back birds - pheasants, quails, ducks, those kinds of things - but Quil is the one who goes after the bigger things, like boars and deer and elk. I like those best. So, you know...cook me whatever you like," she said with a giggle.