"I have my own, thank you. Unfortunately humans can't eat raw meat, makes us sick." The human got a container of of the dry reeds, and opened it, revealing a bunch of steaming, deliciously fried chicken. He takes out a leg and bites into it. "Oh, they did a really good job with this..."
“Feh, pity.” The kelpie shrugged, resuming her snatching of the raw wing. It crunched wonderfully between her teeth and she went for more. JJ really did know how to pick quality meat.
She could easily pick up the scent of the fried oil and spices of JJ’s meal. Nettle glanced up, half a leg bone sticking out of her mouth. “Cooked meat’s a’right, little burnt though. Fo’ my tastes. Eat all yea’ want, I’m fine with what I got.”
“Where did yea’ get this chicken, anyway?”










