"Because the curing involves rubbing it down with its own brains."

"And brains smell bad?"

"Well, I think so. I don't know if the opinion is universal."

Nod.

"And, like with fish, the flesh can be cooked and eaten."

"Ooh. Is it tasty?"

"I think so!"

"I want to try it."

"I'll start it roasting."

Water grins.

She grins back and sets up a spit and starts the venison roasting, turning the handle with her hydrokinesis. "It'll probably take a while," she admits.

"That's okay."

"Good." She lies down and stretches and starts singing.

Oooooooh.

It's not a terribly long song. She starts another when she finishes it.

That is also good.

"You like it when I sing?" she asks, after she's finished the second song.

"Yes!"

"I can teach you songs if you want, and then you can sing them!"

"Ooh!"

"Do you want to learn one of the ones I just sang first, or a different one?"

"Whichever."

She sings the first one again slower.

Water tentatively tries to sing a little of it.

Mileda gives her constructive criticism.