She grinned. They were the strangest little things. At least they were small and relatively harmless.

"I suppose we can't go dragon hunting, then. One of us would inevitably fall into the nest and wake up the mother. And then whoever's left will have to explain to the rest of the city why they haven't returned." She rolled her eyes. "'It was just supposed to be a simple hunt, Meredith, I swear!'" A smirk found its way onto her lips. "And then she'd smite me in the middle of the Gallows. So, yes, let's avoid that."

Her pause only lasted a moment, but then she nodded, relenting. "That's also true." Family was different but she could acquiesce on this point, at least. The last of her batch was broken in half and she set the plate mounted with food aside. She grabbed the pot carefully, pulling it down from the counter. "I'm going to dump this and wash my hands. Grab the other when you're done and we'll finally get to see how well we've managed to cook them."