I thought so. Too bad there are no potatoes we could bake for a side dish. We could've had those, some lettuce from Pell's garden, it woulda been like going out to eat in a nice place.

[and she's moving down the line, skewering each mammoth in the jugular. it's messy, messy work and it's only getting messier, but. whatever. it's not like this is the first time she's been doused with another being's bodily fluids]