Perfectly golden or a bit of char on yours?

At his call, the woman turned her attention to him, greeting him with a smile as she motioned for him to come forward with a forepaw. Charlie needed no second urging, the smell of the previously cooked meats were delightful, and the young man found his gaze drifting toward the food even as the femme gave her explanation. So she was cooking the meat that was in danger of going bad so that it wouldn’t go to waste. She invited him to have some as well, and Charlie looked back to the woman before giving a grateful nod. “It smells wonderful, thank you.” Hard to believe that the meat that was on the verge of spoiling could produce such a smell… and if it smelled that good then it had to taste good as well.

He’d approach the slab and take a piece of the meat for himself, fangs making short work of the food. It was really good, and still nice and hot from the heat of the fire, though not so hot that he hadn’t been able to eat it. Once finished, he turned his gaze back to the blue furred fae who had introduced herself as Isa, dipping his head with a smile. “Charlton Fatalis. Though everyone calls me Charlie.” He wondered how long she had been in the Armada and what her role was in the pack. But before he could think to ask, Isa asked him if he wanted to help her with cooking the meat.

He hadn’t made any big plans for the day and he figured it couldn’t hurt to learn a new skill. He drew closer to the fire and Isa, furrowing his brow as he answered her. “How do we prevent the meat from burning on the fire?” Rather than answer her directly with a yes or no, he displayed his interest by attempting to actively engage. If he could eat food, then he may as well learn how to prepare it. Then maybe he could make something special for his siblings at some point!

"Speech," 'Thought.'