"Oh yeah, I guess that makes sense. I'm used to working with whatever I have on hand but here I guess you can pick."

She lists some people. "He doesn't like the kinda stuff we eat?"

"What kind of stuff do you eat?"

"Meat and grains and bugs and stuff. Mostly Melkor makes it but we farm the bugs off that."

"Oh yeah he eats that sort of thing sometimes but I think someone alive works better as a treat, and he's been such a good dragon lately."

"Okay. Lemme know when the list runs out."

Who's up first?

Some lady with battle scars appears when summoned and is stoically obedient when fed to the dragon.

Nom.

Especially if Bonesaw's not going to ask her what all these orcs did to deserve getting eaten the orf can keep supplying suggestions indefinitely.

It doesn't actually occur to Bonesaw that the orcs would have to deserve getting eaten! She's killed plenty of people in much worse ways and most of them didn't do anything to deserve it.

If she is also sometimes flagging down hapless passersby and ordering them into the dragon's maw the orf will not gainsay this at all! But she is putting thought into her selections.

Bonesaw also does that when the orf isn't around and Glaurung deserves a treat.

"Has your morning sickness gotten any better?" Bonesaw asks during one of the regular check-ups she's giving her orf.

"Some, yeah, but if I do throw up one of the big pills should I take another one or what?"

"Ideally, but I can make your stomach easier for you to control if that's an issue. Probably you would still need to vomit but you can wait an hour for the pill to be absorbed before letting it to do that." 

As Bonesaw talks she works on installing what looks like a three foot long tail into a limbless bat.

"Sounds useful. What's that gonna be?"

"A surprise!" she says, as it starts thrashing around.

"Oh ugh, I should paralyze this. Could you pop one of your eyes out of the socket while I do that?"

"I... don't think you installed a way to do that without making a huge mess and hurting a ton?"

"Oh I did that when I came up with the idea for the surprise this morning, you were sleeping. Just uh, press really hard on the underside of your left eye?"

"Oh!" Push.

After the orf has been pushing for a bit at what should definitely be hard enough amounts of pressure:

"Oh uh!"

Bonesaw holds up her left and right hands in front of her in an L and backwards L shape respectively.

"I meant right eye, whoopsie!"

"Aha." Push.

Ploop! The eye pops out.

She catches it. "What's this for?"