Ah, now, I can't promise it'll be decent. [the knife is waggled a moment] But it will be edible.

[ And it's not fish. For reasons besides the obvious, that makes this much more preferable. And savoury is what the tongue craves tonight, rather than something sweet.

She lapses into silence as she concentrates on peeling some of the vegetables, the scent of coffee leaving her feeling wistful. It makes her miss home, miss her family. She may start sticking things onto skewers with a little more force than necessary accordingly. ]

That seems to be catching. I envy anyone able to get a full night's sleep any time soon that doesn't require drugs or potions. Or alcohol. [do they even have any alcohol worth drinking around here?]