Vasya shrugged.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"I could eat, and I'd eat anything. But i learned a lot about cooking during my childhood. My family were often out on business trips, so I usually had the family home to myself, and often had to cook or myself. But if you insist, i have some venison i vacuum sealed away about a month ago. It should still be good. I have some vodka as well if you'd like any."</span>He said contemplating. Then he began digging in his ba and pulled out a pair of large venison steaks. Likely fourteen ounces or more in weight, before he pulled two bottles of vodka out as well. One he set on the ground, but as he was removing the other, he stopped with it in his hand deep in thought. He was wishing the vodka was chilled, and was thinking about how he could do so.<br/><br/>Suddenly the bottle's surface became covered with frost in a split second.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Что в мире? Святое дерьмо, сука!"</span>he cried in shock, dropping the bottle back in his bag in surprise. Then he recovered and pulled the newly chilled bottle back out of his back.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"Вот это, это интересно!"</span>Then he cleared his throat and set the bottle to the side, zipping up his bag.<span style="color: #BFFF00">"My apologies, I reverted to my native tongue in my surprise. Do know about any of this, being one of those who are compatible with demons and such?"</span>He asked as he grabbed the sealed away steaks and tossed them to you.