Much as she wants to insist, Yehudit can't deny her own hunger. She gives Atem an appreciative look, smiling as she holds the stick in both hands before sinking her teeth into the scales of the fish.

Not too fast, she can almost hear her father's voice telling her. You may--

But Yehudit stops, jaw clenched a moment as she already feels her stomach turn. It only lasts a few seconds, before the feeling passes.

"It... It's good," she finally tells Atem with a sheepish look, when she's no longer afraid of losing the food he so generously caught for her. "Tastes strange, but it's good."

She's used to making do without any fancy seasonings.