"And so you eat coffee... so that you do not kill?" he asked. It seemed sort of strange to the God of the Hunt, but in a way he understood. After all, she wasn't refusing to hunt prey lower down than her, she was refusing to harm human beings. Living people.
He shook the bag of beans in front of her. "Maybe you should take these then" he said, offering the brown cloth sack to her. He didn't really want to eat any more of those beans, they were quite strong and horrid.