"Other than going fishing when I was younger, I don't usually catch my own food." Jughead blinked. "Yeah, this place is kind of like an inn, but nobody is running it so you have to make your own food."
Prepared to push Ciri behind him if anyone flew out at them, he breathed out a sigh of relief when things looked normal in there. It had gotten cleaned since he had been in there last, but that kind of make sense in its' own way.
"That's good to know. I can get possessive of my food," Jughead joked. "I believe the tables are made out of steel, because it's easier to clean off. That being said, I'm not sure what making food was like where you're from, but this kitchen is stocked with all sorts of things. If you don't feel like cooking something, there's all sorts of deli meats and cheeses for sandwiches."