Atchmon leaned in as he started to tell her all about his favorite food. "There's a ton of different ways to prepare meat and give it different flavorings; not to mention how you cook it; but when you do cook it, even jus' a little, it completely changes the taste. I like mine somewhere in the middle, between raw and halfway cooked; but doin' that out here," Atchmon gestured around at their surroundings. "Is pretty risky. Only fully cooking it is the best way to guarantee I don't get sick; but God, what I wouldn't give for a big, fat, juicy medium-rare steak right about now," Atchmon sighed longingly, and held up his fork with a slab of fish meat staked on the end; imagining it as his longfully desired meal as he delivered a monologue that would've rivaled the writings of Speare Shakes. 