"I can't imagine that a kobold would taste good either." Sylvie replied with a soft laugh. She kept cooking efficiently, before finally finishing the meat, which smelled lovely, and quickly putting together a nice salad. Grabbing the pans, she led the way toward the door on the right, the sound of the loom becoming more obvious as they passed the door, and emerged into a snug but well-appointed dining area, and one obviously designed for Sylvie to travel on the walls much of the time. Nice china dishes were already set out, with a bottle of wine on the table as well as crystalware.