"Aye, least I can do fer my savior, I guess." Brenna mutters and begins setting up spits for the meet to roast on.<br/><br/>Though she is making sure the food comes out properly, she does not dismiss the first two *thuds* of blade against wood, and by the third she's also keeping an eye on you as you play your little game with your knives.  After a while, the smell of finely cooked meat begins to fill the area, and as you put your blades down and turn to her, you find her looking back at you with a grin.<br/><br/>"Of course; you have perfect timing for meals it seems." she replies with a smile, and carefully lifts off the spit, slides off a slab of meat, sticks a few forks in it, and hands it out to you, holding one fork while the other is facing for you to grab it "We forgot to grab plates or bowls; you'll have to eat it off the fork; hope your teeth be as strong as ye are in battle."<br/><br/>As if to emphasize her point, she takes a good bite out of her slab of meat, tearing it off with her teeth roughly.  After a few minutes of eating, for there's a decent amount of meat and not exactly easily torn with one's teeth, she breaks the silence that's hanging about you two.<br/><br/>"I know I told ye this already, but that was some nifty spellwork back there.  Not a kind I'm used to seeing though, where'd you pick it up?" she asks before tearing out another bite and swallowing it down "Come to think of it, care to let me know a bit more about my savior?  You know, where your from, where you learned the magics, if you got any dearly beloveds back home or whatnot... I'll tell ye about me too if ye'd like too!"