Oh yes, I did hear it's no good to be having food after all of that, [she hums, nodding calmly as they both avoid saying the word directly.] I have wondered about certain dishes, but I expect that sort of thing is better off left alone.

[But also, Blood Pancakes are Real.] A farm though, oh how wonderful! I was a shepherd in my youth myself; I would bring all the sheep from the fields out, and out to the pasture, and keep watch. Not the most thrilling of jobs at times, but there could be days... [she intones, keeping a humorous edge to her tone. Better to stick to the good, than the bad after all.]

I think, [Cotton goes on with a hum,] That I'll probably keep up the art after everything though. At the very least, there will be others who could use a treat.