"Well Conor don't you worry about that any longer ole Minerva here has enough supplies to last a good couple years before she would have to looking for replacements."  Noticing Conor watching the shark again, "Sure is a beauty isn't he."  After rummaging around in the fridge she pulls out a package with a couple of large t bone steaks.  "What do you want with that steak I promised you?  A nice crisp salad, baked potato all of the above?  Oh and how would you like that cooked?"  While digging through her spices Minerva adds over her shoulder,   "Group eh... what kind of group?"