"Keep him away from the horses," she says, her tone arch, finding that seeing him laugh a bit does wonders for her mood, even if they are discussing something vile. Honestly, they've been desperate enough to consider eating random organ meat, but that had been pretty damn desperate. Anyone who wants to do it voluntarily isn't someone they should get to know very well, probably.

In either case, that's enough of that topic, thank you.

"I can't believe I'm saying this after that, but if you want something normal to eat I finally got enough fruit to make a cobbler." She nods over to the counter, where it's still cooling. "I can whip some cream if you want, only takes a second."

So, it's a weird segue, so what? He deserves something nice after dealing with sickos.