Cooking for werewolves wasn't a challenge she imagined ever having to face, but breaking it down to its two simpler concepts somehow made it easier to fathom, and Colleen could finally see through the fog that obscured their predicament. The werewolves wanted to eat; not them, assuming she and Jasper succeeded in--Colleen very cautiously reached for the page given to them and held it up for both of them to study--preparing heavily, but not surprising, meat-based courses. She exchanged a look with Jasper, then slowly turned back to face the beasts staring at them, and fixed her face with neutrality, masking the look she really wanted to make at the dangling strings of saliva pouring thickly from the one with the big teeth's mouth. She didn't look them directly in the eyes either. "Is this a special occasion?" she had to ask. Could this get any stranger?