Robin's eyes widened as she tore apart the squirrel with the ease one might tear a piece of parchment. The shock refused to cease with the speed at which she was cleaning the meat off those tiny bones. He looked down at his half, as he'd managed to find his voice enough to request the front, and picked a piece of meat off, popping it into his mouth. The bite of squirrel meat was followed closely by the cleansing taste of bread. Squirrels were meals out of necessity, at least where he came from. Sure, John could put away his share of a meal rather quickly; but it was nothing compared to this. With Firekeeper's... fervor... for the small forest rodent, perhaps things were different in Hawk Haven.
"Is it...", He searched for the polite term, brow wrinkling in the process. "... common for a Lady to hunt and prepare her own meals in this fashion? You seem rather.. adept."