Nick couldn't help the face that he made. IF he was making food, then he was going to make food that tasted good...and that someone wanted to eat. He couldn't help the look on his face. "I had to make something that was actually tasty to eat. What's the point if it's bland, boring, and in no way actually satisfying, hm?" He teased.
Only to promptly follow that up with a shrug. "I just followed my nose." Nick, goofily, took a sniff of the air. "It lead me to what I needed." And it was the truth, after all.
"I'm a werewolf." Nick figured maybe Chloe hadn't seen that bit just yet, but he wasn't hiding it. Removing one of the fish that was finished he stuck the stick in the ground. "So, I'm used to living with a whole mess of other werewolves off and on. Don't touch that yet, it's hot." Nick tacked the last bit on about the fish he'd removed, taking a careful look at the others, multitasking.