Piav shrugs and pads over to investigate barrels, tail curving up in a very catlike fashion as she lifts lids, sniffs at bung holes and otherwisedly pokes around the stored supplies. She sniffs the contents of work in progress, too. "I wouldn't have thought it would taste very good to eat something someone else fucked to death - and these guys don't look much like ogre-kin." Sniff. Sniff. "Bleurh! It IS possible to put too much garlic in something! What were you doing, concocting vampire repellant?"