Daenan considered his words carefully. He stirred the pot and looked within, perhaps thinking to find wisdom therein. "I think... that if they were coming after us, they would have sent more than one." It was a very pensive observation, he wasn't sure what else to comment. He knew nothing about their visitor, but he did listen for the sound of conflict over his bubbling pot, figuring that there would be a commotion if the visitor started attacking Grigori or his pig. Grigori seemed a little too fond of that pig, but that was how some people were. They even named their companions, Daenan considered that rude until his companion could name himself or herself. He of course knew that the little creature was a female, but gender identity could be confused among humans and he considered the hedgehog no less intelligent, and even more intelligent than some humans he had met.<br/><br/>The bird's speech generally brought a smile to his face, and today was no exception. "I have no maggots, but I think I have some beetles or a grub." He didn't like maggots, they were disease-ridden and prone to making people ill. Other insects were meatier and healthier. Crickets and grasshoppers were personal favorites, but they weren't in season. He'd separate the soup into individual mugs before he served it, he didn't know if Dina liked hers with insect or nuts, she could pick it herself. A chuckle again resonated as once Jet had tried to get at the last of his mug and had fallen in. Hilarity ensued. The hedgehog received another berry while Daenan cooked, and he offered to let her out to run around if she so chose. The small wooden table he had in his living space made for a nice exercise area for her.