“Back in their pens,” she repeated, her voice reflecting her disbelief. This was not an area that she and her temporary spouse were ever going to agree on, she feared. Rosmerta was a goddess of fertility and abundance, and frequently, that meant a lot of good food on the table. Food that included meat. That's what animals were raised for.
On the other hand, if he really considered them friends, she could sort of understand why it would be odd, perhaps downright uncomfortable, for him to eat them. Which brought up something she hadn't considered before. Since they were now on better terms, and she felt a lot less like clawing his eyes out if he came near her, she hesitated to bring it up. She'd rather they remain friendly. But it would be better to know now, so that they could do just that.
“Is it going to bother you if I have some of your friends' cousins for supper?” Probably not the most tactful way to ask, but Rosmerta believed in making things clear so that they could understand where they stood with one another. “I don't just mean tonight, either. I'm assuming that we'll see each other from time to time, since I'll be living in your house. And I'm afraid I do eat meat. Do I need to avoid that when you're around? Is it upsetting for you?”
She'd be willing to give in on that point for future meals. Tonight, she was too hungry to give that concession. But in a month or two, if they broke bread together, she could make sure that bread was the main portion of the meal. And some vegetables. She was fond of root vegetables. Rosmerta was starting to think that maybe she could survive this marriage.