I crossed my arms tightly over my chest as I contemplated this, "hmm..."

"Dammit..." Nevin hissed under his breath.

I blinked, only just catching what he said. "Et tu? Nevin you ok?" He nodded, turning his eyes to the filleted chicken before him. He must be hungry. Actually...staring at the chicken, I felt my stomach growl. I was too. I would normally eat it raw, it wasn't the first time I'd have hunted and devoured my own food but I was interested in the way he cooked things, and how different it made the tastes and textures.

"Can cook. Want see what like." I said as I pressed closer, standing on my tiptoes to peer over his shoulder as he tried to work. Grabbing hanging herbs from the ceiling. I pressed myself against his back, wrinkling my nose. (what was that sudden smell?) I shook my head, ignoring it. "What that?" I asked.

"This? It's.. ah..coriander."

"Coh-ree-an-duh?" I repeated. "That make taste nice?" I wanted to get a closer look. I leaned forward and sniffed the air. Ah! It smelt nice. There was that strange smell too, it reminded me of something, almost musky. Was that a herb too? "What will now do?" I asked.

"E-Eteri how about you go sit at the table. This..won't take long."

I pouted. Why was he being so mean? I was just trying to learn. "Yes. Fine." I said, before muttering under my breath. <"I'm just trying to learn more about you and your culture you distant meanie butt."> I turned, and on purposefully gave him a bump with my hip so he'd stumble. "Nyer!" I thew my head over my shoulder, sticking my tongue out at him as I sauntered over to the table and sat down.

These tables were always so high....

I pressed my head against the table and kicked my legs freely as I watched him work. "Nevin. Why think you spike move on own? Or Eteri's energy inside? What else they do? Jsut hands? Look like needle?"

He seemed uncomfortable with something...so I distracted him with a barrage of questions. That and I was curious too I wanted to know.