Dove stopped singing and pulled up short as Knight arrived, flustered by the arrival of the big soldier. There was something about him that made her fluttery and odd, but not in a bad way. His physical size was worrying to her, she felt worried by anyone who was big enough to possibly hurt her, but after a little while she had begun to trust Knight in spite of herself.
She no longer flinched around him, but still wasn't quite comfortable enough to sing around him. "I'm cooking goose for Christmas, it's bigger than a turkey so it'll go further, but the meat's a bit darker...it's slower to cook on a spit." Dove said.
"And you can have two helpings if you'll help me with the pastry, it takes a lot of strength to knead a big enough portion for this many pies."