::I'm pretty sure that's a myth,:: she transmits back, still bleary.  ::Anything I can help with?::

::Not unless you know how to take a carcass apart. It's fine, I've got it. Bad dreams, or -?::

::I guess that's not a problem I don't have.  Wouldn't say that's the whole of it, though, if you asked.  Sleep and I just don't get along, historically.::

"Huh." ::I can do something about that while you're with us, if you want.::

::That'd probably be appreciated.::

::Sure, no problem.:: The stove structure starts to come together over the campfire.

::Most of the meat I've ever eaten came from the store.  This feels more - honest, somehow.::

::Yeah. Very... real. Not usually worth it without another person around to eat the kill, though - we'll get through her, but I can't on my own usually.::

::I hope I don't lose my stomach for it.  That would be a terrible waste.::

::A lot of it will be jerky and stuff, it'll get boring but not too quickly. And it's not your fault if I've made a bad call, anyway.::

::Mhm.  I meant more like - seeing this in person turning me more towards veganism, or something.::

::Ah. Well, hopefully it won't turn you off eggs, the chickens are fine and it'll be hard to get you enough protein otherwise.

::Yeah I'm fine with eggs; they're not alive in the meaningful way that she was.::

"Mmhmm."

::Usually I only take game that's already injured, if that makes a difference - it's hard to guarantee they wouldn't make it, wild animals can put up with some incredible things when they have to, but that's generally what I'm looking for.::

::Mmhmm.  It helps a little bit, at least.::

::Okay, this bit you might not want to be around for,:: she says, once she's gotten the stove set up.

She'll go and poke at her blueprint some more, then.