“Naw, I’ll eat just about anythin’, really,” Kieran grins, “Besides, I ain’t much use fer recipes. Back home, we usually just threw whatever we could find into a pot and hoped fer the best.”

Cowboys aren’t known for their refined palates, unfortunately. Some of them just go ahead and throw a piece of meat over an open flame, then eat whatever came out. Kieran’s definitely done that at least once or twice.

The good news is, that means he isn’t squeamish when he sees the rabbit and barely pays it any mind other than a quick thought of how good it’s going to be when it’s cooked. Instead, he focuses on searching the refrigerator (such an incredible invention!) for some vegetables. A few potatoes, some carrots, and bunch of celery later, Kieran closes the door before setting everything down on the counter and pulls out a cutting board—Cho has him trained well.

“S-So, uh, how do you know Reynir?”