Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit...

Shilah picked up one of the smooth branches in his mouth, repositioning the spear so that his jaws were closer to the front end he started rubbing the end against a large nearby rock. He worked carefully to make a sharpened point using short, quick strokes followed by longer ones, keenly aware that some of the movements might be a little suggestive. He'd just finished one when Perseus mentioned kebabs. He set the stick down and grinned. "Now that is an idea. That's what this party is missing, some food! As for the sticks well…" He didn't really have a plan but at that moment he decided that a little flirting would be fine. He wouldn't let things go beyond that. He cast a sideways glance at the younger man. "I thought I'd make a few things so gorgeous young men would come ask me questions."