Fakir smiled and nodded. He wasn't much for fish personally, though his herd did fish if they happened to be by water. All the little bones made him leery after he had accidentally swallowed one and it had poked his throat. The taste was alright, though. "Hmm. I suppose we can buy the occasional bit of seafood if we're in a coastal town. It's a bit too pricey to buy often and I don't have time to fish," Fakir said apologetically. And while it wasn't said, it was basically implied he didn't expect Mesut capable of fishing. In fact, the more he spoke to Mesut, Fakir was starting to shape him into an overgrown colt in his head, used to the stallions and mares doing everything for him. "I can trap if we have time, but otherwise, I buy jerky when I'm in town," he said before frowning. Cuts of meat were pricier as well, and Fakir didn't know much about cooking them, other than in stews. Plus they wouldn't keep very long. Those were probably better eaten immediately. "Er... have you ever tried a meat pie? They're not bad and pretty well priced at taverns," he asked. But then again, could he take Mesut to a tavern? After all, he didn't know if humans outside the snake decorated towns would be welcoming to nagas.<br/><br/>"Hey now, I'm just repeating what I've been told. Like I said, I assumed most of it was horseshit. After all, some humans still like to say centaurs capture human babies and eat them. Sounds disgusting, if you ask me," Fakir soothed when Mesut got offended by the vile and inaccurate description of temple practices. As soon as the naga went to explain, or... sort of describe the practice that had probably been wildly exaggerated, Fakir nodded. "Alright then. I honestly couldn't picture an orgy there anyways," he nodded, though it was mostly because he couldn't figure out how the anatomy would have worked out. "Oh," he realized that Mesut had seemed confused by the word and furrowed his brow, trying to think of a way to define orgy without setting the snake off. "Um. Hmm. Ahh." That went on for a while before he gave up. "It's a word humans use when people, humans mostly, celebrate without abandon, often drinking and rutting to excess without a particular assigned partner or mate or mates," Fakir said haltingly, not sure if that was the best way to word it. But it wasn't like he could swallow the words back up. Mesut would just have to do what he willed with Fakir's explanation.<br/><br/>His ear perked as he noted the coarseness of Mesut's voice, and inwardly scolded himself. Fakir had been drinking deeply when he had seen his thief, but Mesut must not have been as watered as he. Inconsiderate, that's what that was. Fakir rose, groaning slightly, and moved to the front seat to retrieve his water pouch. He supposed he'd have to get another one. If Mesut ate seafood, he might also have to take in more water than Fakir did. The centaur set the water pouch down by Mesut before thumping back down on his flattened patch of earth. "Oh, is that what you meant?" he asked as he shifted his weight to rest more comfortably. "Hmm. It depends on the breed of centaur, and the herd dynamics itself. Each herd differs in its practices. Not wildly, nor are we opposed to other herd practices. Like I said, what's normal for us is normal for us," Fakir said.<br/><br/>"But for me personally, yes and no. All the herd helps children groom, and we teach them different braids. Some are just pretty, other are signs of your role in the herd." As if to demonstrate, he reached up, digging through his thick mane until he pulled out a six-strand intricately woven plait, his own braid as merchant for his herd. "For stallions and mares, though, we only groom our own gender or the elderly. Sometimes a close friend if they're injured and unmated," Fakir continued. "Or if a horse is particularly large, and have a hard time reaching their tail, we may help as well," he said, flicking his own tail. "I'm pretty small by herd standards, so I self-groom. Plus, I'm usually on my own until winter," he chuckled.