Kanae smirked as she saw the knife Pathfinder had somehow produced, a mean-looking one that seemed like it was for carving up people. That<em>had </em>to have been deliberate. She looked to her plate and the smirk was replaced by a grimace, as she turned her plate around and unrolled  and held her silverware somewhat awkwardly, before she started to dig into the potato and ignored the chicken.<br/><br/><strong>"So, what do the Sons <em>think </em>it is, then?"</strong>