Her back snaps straight. How dare he? Who does he think she is? "I'm not the idiot with a fire fetish." She snaps out at him. It's something that she's thought about. His hatred of her because she was no longer the fire fae.
"And did you perhaps think that there are those of us who can't salt our meat. Unusual for you to think of anyone beyond yourself, I know, but just for a moment, stretch yourself and attempt it." Her hand curls into a fist, hiding the claws that had begun to grow.
"Smoking, if done improperly, ruins the meat and people get sick anyway. Have you seen a smokehouse around here? No. Salting? Will work, but some of us can't do that, for various reasons." Namely, it'd destroy her tastebuds and she'd never get the taste out of her mouth, and she'd dehydrate horribly. "Or did none of that occur to you, because you're too worried about getting your next fire fix?"
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"And did you perhaps think that there are those of us who can't salt our meat. Unusual for you to think of anyone beyond yourself, I know, but just for a moment, stretch yourself and attempt it." Her hand curls into a fist, hiding the claws that had begun to grow.
"Smoking, if done improperly, ruins the meat and people get sick anyway. Have you seen a smokehouse around here? No. Salting? Will work, but some of us can't do that, for various reasons." Namely, it'd destroy her tastebuds and she'd never get the taste out of her mouth, and she'd dehydrate horribly. "Or did none of that occur to you, because you're too worried about getting your next fire fix?"