Watching axel as he returned inside, Clarice sighed loudly. All and well, but there was no clean way to skin and cut a lizard that size. Add to that she had something more urgent to do right now. Going into the kitchen she opened up a small satchel she had on her hip. Bringing up some herbs she had found in the wastes she sniffed them. Her sense of smell and taste were unrivaled. Her "dad" told her it was typical gator-things. If you are half blind and death you might as well have a treat on God's bill. Taking some of the half-greyed leaves she put it in her tongue and and swirled som saliva around it. Fresh taste, numbing on the gums, left an after taste of thyme. She readied the pot, cooking up some fresh tea.<br/><br/>After a moment she came wandering out again. Holding a cup of the brew she walked up to Squirrel and handed him the cup.<br/><br/>"Hercha go, Bass. It'll clobber dat naucea and putcha stomach to rest..."<br/><br/>She gave him a pat on shoulder, careful not to make her usually crippling pat. He didn't need that shit now. After that she returned to her table, making sure to spread out as much blood as possible as she skinned and cut the choice meat. All and well. But she was no barbarian. None of the gators from home was...