“Rabbit is good, but you usually need more than one for a good meal.” Damn. She still could not sense where the voice was coming from. He was a sneaky bastard; she would give him that.
“I’m afraid that I don’t know what a turkey is, so I have no opinion on its flavor. Or lack thereof.” She wondered what kind of animal it was. Hopefully bigger than a rabbit.
“You could show me what a turkey is and then we could share it for dinner. If it is big enough.” One way to get a man to come out of hiding was to offer food. Hestia taught her that. The other thing to offer was not something she was willing to part with.