Meridith nodded, already having been drooling at the smell. She accepted some of the stew happily, bringing out her own bowl to do so. Having been raised by her father, she really had no clue how to cook. They usually ended up supping with a random family each night, thankful for the protection they provided the town. She smiled at the orc as she dug into the food, eating the delicious stew and sharing the rabbit with him. "You both never gave your names," she noticed as she went to offer the elf some rabbit, finding herself unable to find her name. She thought it only natural to give others your name. A simple courtesy she never had to go against since the entire village either grew up with her or were there at her birth. The caravans were always friendly, even if they tried to jack up prices occasionally.