Rem wasn't exactly what you would call a calm person, and neither was he considered patient, but if there was one thing that he was actually less likely to beat you up for, it was insulting his cooking.<br/><br/>That didn't mean he would take it lying down though.<br/><br/>"Well you can go suck on a rock for all I care, ya' flea-ridden, mangy-faced, damned id'git!" Rem yelled as he turned back into the kitchen to keep checking on the food. "Maybe you should just find yourself a squirrel and light it on fire for a few seconds instead of eating something that actually tastes like food!"<br/><br/>Rem washed his hands quickly, dried them, and immidiatly ran his finger through the food and sucked on it. After a moment of indecision, he grabbed a bottle of tabasco sauce and squirted just the right amount in. "I hear any more from you, and next time I'll make you a good old bowl of rocks and leaves for your owns self," he grumbled loud enough to be heard.<br/><br/>As for the new comer, if the Alpha was ok with her, the Rem was ok with her. If he wasn't in the middle of cooking, he would have already started flirting in his own dangerous way, but he was a little focused on the gumbo pot in front of him.