"Not safe?" Cesare makes a humhhhh-sound, scratching his chin. "I've never thought of that. Our kitchens always were full of birds hung to mature. Swans, peacocks, herons, and what have you." His mouth waters at the thought of stewed heron with orange and thyme. "But you may have a point," he readily assents. "I shall defer to your skills and judgment, good Master Xellos."