"...Do you think they'd<span style="font-style: italic">take</span>them?" Chrrou blinks in some surprise; it's obvious the thought hadn't really crossed his mind, and it's with a new eye that he ponders the still fairly-freshly-dead, all the better preserved by the chill ever-winter air. "I guess it can't hurt to ask. As little as I like encouraging<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>taste for once-sentients," he shudders, "...it's better than the alternative. We can offer, at least. If not, though... you're welcome to lend a hand packing them away. They don't keep like rations do..." He keeps his voice somewhat low; he doesn't know how Lin's liable to feel about things, and as much as he's liable to caution her about the other three sharing the suite with the party, he'd rather it be in a less alarming way than by insinuating the suspicion that they'd happily chow down on their roommates in lack of better prey!