Was it odd that Montrell, a rat, had a passion for cooking?<br/><br/>â€œWhy than you,â€ He said with a nod of appreciation when Rose commented that the food smelled good. â€œI can assure you it isnâ€™t poisoned.â€ If a rat could smile, there was a grin on his face. Hearing that Rose liked the smell of what he was making made him feel pretty good. He had been a little worried that he would have scared Rose away with his cooking. He might not be some gourmet chef but he still enjoyed it. Unfortunately not everyone agreed with his taste since he was a scavenger and used what he could. Simple meals were his specialty, and not all of them seemed edible to a human. But, rest assured, what he was making now was completely edible (even if Rose is not human). Despite not being very thrilled about the situation he was in he certainly wasnâ€™t going to kill her. It was the farthest thing on his mind.<br/><br/>Then again those who knew Montrell well were aware of his devious side. One should not put it past the rat to do something like that. There were rumors that he had a guest over one night, and killed them by chewing their intestines out and then hanged what remained of the entrails for decoration. But those were just rumors of course. In reality he was not really that violent. He did treat his guests well, or at least he thinks so. It was very rare for him to have guests in his home unless they wanted something from him or vice versa.<br/><br/>After he put the fire for the stove out, the rat finished setting the table while breakfast was cooling down. Ever after he cleared off some of the junk the table still seemed rather cluttered. He set out two plates, that looked surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the place, were placed upon it. Then he set out two goblets which he filled with wine. He was not one to be fancy but he did enjoy wine with his meals. A rat that cooks and drinks is a rare sight indeed; they were very human characteristics though that though wasnâ€™t on his mind at the time. Maybe he needed something to help take his mind off of things. Or he could just be trying to be kind to his guest, in his own way. Even if he did treat his guests well, he really was not one for hospitality.<br/><br/>Satisfied with his little set up, Montrell turned to Rose and gave a small smile, â€œEnjoy,â€ he said as he made a gesture towards the table. He then moved to pull a chair out for her to sit. The fact that there was only one chair at the table was more proof that he hardly had any company over. When she took her seat, Montrell sat, or rather stood, across from her and began serving. â€œEat as much as you want.â€ He added. â€œIâ€™m in no hurry to leave. We need to wait until it warms up a little anyway.â€ Since this was going to be a long trip he wanted to be well rested and well prepared. To be honest, he really was not planning to stop and set up camp anywhere if it came down to that. He would rather get to their destination in one day if they could, without having to camp overnight.<br/><br/>He was sure neither of them wanted to be eaten by some swamp creature.