The grumble of his stomach brought out another hearty chuckle from Jeanne.<br/><br/>"Think we arrived just in time for it. I know your legs givin' ya trouble so plop down wherever you please, and I'll bring ya' somethin' tasty." Being the captain of a pirate ship didn't exactly leave Jeanne with all the skills of a welcoming hostess, but she was doing her best to not chase off her first guest.<br/><br/>Rather than using the ramp she had spent time making; in a few swift motions, Jeanne climbed and hopped her way up to the floor. Once inside her boisterious voice continued to ring out, ensuring to reach Avery no matter how much distance between them.<br/><br/>"So you're a<i>kit-soon, </i>huh? I don't think I've ever met anyone like you. Do all<i>kit-soons</i>have hard lives? I don't think I've ever met a pirate with an easy life, so maybe that's something our kind has in common." Jeanne's tongue struggled around the foreign word, but she did enjoy saying it. A unfamliar term with a nice ring to it that encouraged another bit of humerous chuckles. As she talked and laughed the sound of liquids being poured in to bowls followed by the clattering of other various dishes could be heard coming from within the makeshift home.<br/><br/>"Well I hope kitsunes can eat fish." Emerging from the doorway with bowls and plates in hand, it was a miracle the rowdy pirated didn't send everything falling to the floor. "Fish caught this morning, greens from my gardens, and bread hand made by<i>moi</i>. A meal fit for a king if you ask me!" The fish stew was lightly seasoned with fresh herbs, with a hastily chopped side of greens, and roughly cut chunk of bread; while Jeanne would never admit it she knew a grandmother from a childhood lived ages ago would have been proud of her craftiness.<br/><br/>"Oh, and this to wash it down of course." With the bowls and plates settled, Jeanne reached for the skin of water attached to her waist and tossed it to the man.<br/><br/>While the meal may have gained her points as a welcoming hostess, her table manners would quickly prove her lack of sophistication. Dipping the chunk of bread in to her bowl, she bit off a mouthful of soaked bread and groaned in excitement as comforting flavors coated her tastebuds.<br/><br/>"So are all kitsunes furry folk too?" Genuine curiosity slipped out between her chewing. The lonely pirate couldn't help but smile as she ate; this was the first meal she had shared with someone in years... this was the first conversation she had with someone in years. The surprise company was more needed than Jeanne would ever willingly admit.