Teach them how to stab their meat real good with a fork.

[That's a joke. He's already questioning his parenting skills. He doubts he needs to be giving himself a reason to lose even more sleep over it.

His attention turns, however, and rather quickly. Yeah. It doesn't surprise him at all to hear that it's easier. For her. Kainé hasn't had the easiest time of things. In a place like this, no one knows her, no one knows her past, no one knows anything she doesn't want to tell them. She can start blank here. They all can, honestly.

The only person judging either of them is... well. Them.

He begins to bring himself back to the present when she makes mention of dinner and he finds himself eyeing the sheep. Hopefully she doesn't mean by eating any of whatever they've got going on, because a mountain of cotton candy wool is not what he thinks of when he thinks dinner.]

That sounds like a dangerous wager. I didn't know either of us could actually cook anything, but I guess what doesn't kill us just makes us stronger.