A Girl's Gotta Eat

Of course, this lead to eating a great many sand dwelling grasshoppers and other such insects, more often than not disgusting and flavorless. There was many a time where she was certain she would have rather starve to death than eat another spider. Today, her feelings were different, if only due to her own ingenuity.

That afternoon, the bat woman was hanging from a gnarled branch on the edge of the forest near the Fort, moving in a soft sway with the wind, wings accidentally caped around most of her as she popped what, from a distance, might have been mistaken for lightly dusted cheetos. In reality, rather large grasshoppers, just barely living, snowy with seasonings and garlic like undertones.

It was a far cry from the meal the Chef had provided, but it had it's own charm, as did a great deal of her 'cooking' if one could call it that. She considered the meal and it's complexity, choosing not to think too much on her drunken declerations. In fact, the thoughts of the food alone, and maybe a thought or two about those alabastor pecs, was enough to send her semi-falling from the tree to kick upright over her head in mid air and begin walking the path to the last place she saw the lion. Well, she just thought he was a cat, as she'd never seen a lion before.

Regardless of misspeciesing, some time later she found herself outside the Fort itself, looking around it once again, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll around, certainly not looking for anyone in particular, why would you even think that? She jumped, remembering she actually did have a reason for coming here, continuing to pop grasshoppers in her mouth as she made her way towards the livestock keep. Chimu eggs. The sooner she could obtain some of those and start breeding, the sooner she could stop eating grasshoppers.

She adjusted her orientation and made her way towards the lion, plopping down at any available surface and offering him the bag of grasshoppers, "Don't look in there, just pop one in your mouth. Trust me. Don't think about it." She kept her hand out in request for a potato, fully committed to helping him out if need be, fishing a carving knife of her own out of her backpack once she'd laid it to rest on the ground. She felt no need to make assurances that they were tasty, she had spent several years perfecting her technique so they were both delicious, nutritious and relatively easy to transport and make.

"That meal you made was really good. Fancy. How long did it take you to get all those ingredients and spices? Are they easier to get here? I've never eaten anything like that in my life." Should he have given her a potato, she would begin carving the skin off it in easy motions, flicking the skin over into the bag. "The presentation too..." She realized she was gushing and finally looked away from him, not quite nervously, but as if she realized that spearing someone with those huge eyes for several moments was odd, to say the least, "I'm just impressed, that's all. It wasn't what I expected." Her perception of the Fort before she arrived had been ... less than positive.