sometimes at night i let it get to me

In all honesty, Bramble is impressed by his cooking skills. She has never once had to cook or prepare food or hell, even hunt. That was left to the hunters. Her duties were patrolling and practicing her skills. Not that hunting was beneath her, but harming animals wasn't exactly her thing either. Though she knew they relied on meat to live, she just... didn't like the idea of taking someone else's life. She was reminded of it every time she looked at Berry or Bristle. How could anyone want to harm them?

Refocusing herself back from her ramble of thoughts, she paused at his question. "Oh, hm," she brings a paw up to tap her chin and then glances back down at the fish he has pushed toward her. Bringing the fish up to eat some of it, she takes this time to think about what her favorite food is. It isn't until the taste of her fish touches her tongue does she realizes how delicious it actually is. Not often does she get fresh meat at the castle. They typically smoke or preserve it in some way since there were so many wolves to feed.

"Honestly? Your fish is pretty dang good!" Her ears even lift up as she finishes the fish and licks her lips clean. Once more, she is quickly feeling embarrassed as she wipes her mouth and shows him a sheepish grin. "I mean, we don't get to eat fresh fish often so I can't say I've had much better," Bramble admits, trying to shrug it off as if she wasn't giving him a really good compliment. "I'm not saying food at home sucks. It doesn't, but it's not this either," she lifts a paw to gesture at the fish as it sizzles over the fire. Her eyes are flickering between him, the food, and the sky, unsure of where to look as her cheeks begin to burn hot.

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