"I like dried meat." As for hard tack, least said best said seemed to be the way to go. "I do all right at a campfire, better when I hunt. They make us cook as recruits. They don't teach you much, though. I'm better at making huge meals for dozens of people than anything closer to individual portions, and you can expect it to be edible, not good."

He chuckled. "One of the Gallows' cooks helped me out. I said what I'd be cooking, not that I'd be sharing it."

He took the crab and leaned in closer to watch her. It looked simple enough. His fingers were quite a bit bigger than hers, not as dexterous. Still, the apron came away fairly easily. He closed the short distance to the basin and mirrored her actions. With a cracking sound, he worked the shell loose and off. "It's almost like a wrapped package."