"Not a damn thing, but if you can fry an egg without burning it surely you can a nice cut of beef, or pork. Venison takes a little finesse it's best done in a pan over a fire, with a little rosemary and thyme. But you can rub a little salt on a bit of beef and stab it on the end of your knife and just hold that over the fire." All this talk about food was making him hungry. He hadn't thought his life was so bad. Not until things started to go to shit after Blackwater. He didn't have any objections to sleeping under the stars, or in a tent. Or next to his horse when it was damn cold.
Arthur chuckled when the other man's line of thought seemed to follow his own. "I can't say I would object to one. I'd offer to cook for you, but..." He trailed off. Not wanting to get John sick. He was helping him after all. "And Buell would probably be more comfortable if I was close enough that he could come poke his head in Whenever he wanted."