Koschei looked over the sudden bustle in the kitchen. He dislike being in crowded spaces, at least not when a brawl was going on, because then, since he was usually bigger than anybody else around, he was constantly afraid that he might actually hurt someone by accident, just because he wouldn't notice it. When there was a brawl going around him, hurting the other guy never was an issue, which usually meant that he liked such situations. He was also not regretting the fact that he had neglected to mention that he was a superb cook as well, and only cooked something special for himself when there wasn't any danger of him being intruded upon by others. He had had to learn how to make grub from his home-world be edible for a bunch of hungry farmers and scavengers in his time, so he was able to make quite a few tasty dishes using just about any kind of food.<br/><br/>But, instead, he moved over to help setting the table while the others bustled about. He then sat, as quietly and as unobtrusively as a man his size could be, in waiting for the meal to be served.