[Waver's been unsure of what to do with himself, and in truth, at least checking on the food supply means he's going to feel mildly useful. So he's walking into the kitchen when there's a very familiar centaur there, and...
...man, they really could use some dried fruit now, couldn't they?
2, because these two and food!
...man, they really could use some dried fruit now, couldn't they?
Waver waits a few minutes before interrupting.]
How's this place set for cooking oil?