The halfling doesn't respond to your comment about underwear- well, except with a quiet giggle- but she does motion for you to come over to the large black pot simmering on the kitchen fire. As you near, the smells of lamb and carrots becomes thick enough to cut through... so much so that you can almost taste the stew before you eat it.<br/><br/>"Just stir that up while I cut some potatoes to add in. Once they're in their and stewing, we'll have a short wait before it's all ready to eat..."<br/><br/>The halfling sets to work even as she speaks, and for a good twenty minutes she keeps the both of you pleasantly busy in her small kitchen. The air is hot, and the steel of Sharille's knives rings like a bell... apparently, her skill with the blade goes far beyond just chopping into goblins and soldiers. And throughout, she seems genuinely happy...<br/><br/>Especially when she plops down into your lap with a heavy wooden bowl full of aromatic lamb stew, holding it up for you to sip.<br/><br/>"Here... I bet you it's better than dried venison..."