<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Three/Three.jpg)</div>A short nail tapped against her teeth as Three considered Katul's words. "Yeah...<em>yeah</em>I guess I don't need to be tripping over a bunch of milk-drinkers, all night-blind and bonking their heads and everything." An impish grin is given to the man, and the others around the fire. There's even a hint of a blush from the compliment, forming in rosy patches under her eyes, as well as the double-crest of scales along her nose and brows. "That's right, stick with Three, she'll take good care of..."<br/><br/>She trailed off, as Cael was pointed out, as if just noticing him. her lips pursed together with a soft little oooooo noise. That spiteful little part of her kobold brain wonders what he'd look like tacked to a board, but happily, the curious, and somewhat mercenary part won out over that. "You found food? lead on, Sprinkles!" She trots after Cael, the tiny - well, to her he's only short - man's bare behind level with her gaze as he leads the way to the alcove with food.<br/><br/>"What in the name of the first egg... Flour? And what is this?" she asks, running a hand through the rice, looking intensely puzzled by it. That and slightly disgusted, as one often is by foreign foods. Judging by her dentition, rice probably isn't often on the menu. "Hrm. Guess we'll grab some of each, and see what people make of it, huh, Sprinkles?" she asked Cael, before filling one of the sacks each with the rice and flour.  The discovery of salted meat sent her tail a-quiver though, and only the fact that the stuff is rock-hard and likely to burn her sensitive tongue stop her from plowing in. Smoothing her hands over her chest piece, she looks to Cael - or Sprinkles, as he is now apparently known. "I'll bet you five gold that some fool tries to take a bite out of this as-is." Grinning, she stuffs some of the Unidentifiable Fleshlike Objects into a third and fourth sack.<br/><br/>And so, with much grunting and dragging, food was delivered to the group. Probably not enough for<em>all</em>of them, but really, who expects a kobold and a faerie to take into account the appetites of these monstrously-sized creatures. "I got grub!" she pauses. "Speaking of grub, be sure to check the meat before you chow. There might be dinner guests."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>As the others sorted through the food - and very probably went back to fetch their own stocks, Three pondered the pile of goods they had dragged out of the alcoves. "It's like a bunch of monks decided to hole themselves up in here. Beans? What is this, a nail?" She picked up a long chunk of rust - just rust - and flicked it into the fire, scattering sparks. She put on her 'thinking face', which consisted of cupping her slender chin, a finger covering her lips, as she<em>stares</em>at the garbage.<em>Tell me your secrets, O janky shit...</em><br/><br/>"Well... if we pare off the fat from the mystery meat, and render it down in that kettle over the fire, we could make some more torches... For those of you who need 'em." she notes, because of course she really doesn't, and is very smug about this. "or grease up that bow; if it's been strung this long, it's going to have some temper issues... Uhhh... could turn that fork into a trident for Sprinkles..." More pondering. "If we get really hungry, we could eat the leather. or one of the elves."<br/><br/>She pauses and glances around, eyes wide. "....elves' rations of that rice crap, I mean."<em>Excellent</em>save. "Seriously, what did you say that was, some sort of swamp grass? Humans eat weird stuff. Fucking monks, leaving us all their shitty ...<em>shit</em>. Might as well shred the cloth for twine, good way to not get lost." She looked around at the others, annoyed that even her genius can't make much use out of this Gully Dwarf rummage sale. "other than that, I... guess we're as prepped as we can be?"