sometimes at night i let it get to me

Kaiju returns shortly with more fish, which Tate shifts onto the fire. Careful not to burn himself, he pulls the first batch of fish off. Leaving it to rest and cool for a moment, meticulous as he does. If he's cooking, then he's going to eat damn well, after all. The girl before him says the council is important, and leaves it at that. Potato wouldn't push her, but his interest was piqued. Which pack was she even from? He wouldn't pry for more information, not yet. He'd play it cool, stay relaxed.

If she was refined, then Tate may as well be the opposite. A rough-hewn sort of boy, though that had its own appeal (or at least he'd tell himself that.) Though she hesitated, she did accept the offer. Tate watched as she pulled the pipe to her lips, as she took a long draw from it and-- yup, there it was. He wouldn't stare, no, just an appraising sort of watch. Relaxed and confident, he'd let her ride out the coughing. "Happens even after th'first time, don't worry." Tate's smile was rakish, but genuine. "Here, for yer throat." He offered a water skin, flavored with ginger and mint.

"Likewise," the smile didn't falter. "Are you hungry?" Tate sat beside her, now, pulling the pair of rested fish toward them.