[ Just cheese on bread. Barely what could be called 'cooking' then. But still -- even if Gen only gives a noncommittal grunt in response to Gray's explanation, his stomach gives a quiet growl that's almost lost beneath the gentle crackle of the fire.

Fuck, he really misses just being able to eat whatever, whenever. ]

The point is trying not to spend money. [ There's an unspoken 'duh' tacked onto the end of the answer he tosses Eustace's way, and Gen's tail thumps against the log he's sitting on, just once, as he glances Gray's way once more. ] Figured if they're already giving you freebies, they'd buckle and give a little more if you just acted cutesy for a second. You know, show off the apron, ask nicely, give big puppy eyes.

[ Because Gray is, after all, cute (derogatory) in that apron of hers.

That delightful(?) commentary of his is at least capped off with a dismissive wave of the hand towards Eustace and a gruff, ]

I don't need yours.

[ Even if his stomach growls again. Look, being a vagrant 6'2" teen used to eating stupid amounts is hard, okay. He tries to smooth the matters over by leaning forward to toss another branch into the fire, looking intensely at the steaming pot. ]

... I've never had rabbit before. What's it taste like.