Mack watched Taran cook. It was a fascinating process, the way he used all four hands to roast the bird. He looked like he was used to doing it, which, thinking about it, was probably not all that far fetched considering the six months the fire demon had stayed in the swamps trying to fight him. Mack could already smell the bird and remembered how hungry he was, and how much he had missed actually having cooked food.<br/><br/>A conduit, huh. The demon world was actually pretty interesting, once he started to learn about it. It was incredibly crazy, but Mack found that he didn't mind that too much. Here he was, sitting in an alternate dimension, eating a bird with the same dude who had been his mortal enemy six days prior.  Maybe staying isolated at the base was finally driving him nuts<br/><br/>"When is that going to be done?" Mack asked, looking at the bird.