Aldo nodded tersely at the hunter's thanks. [i]He's weirdly polite. Maybe he's some sort of Hannibal Lecter type of person,[/i] was all he could think. He relaxed visibly when William left and now felt perfectly alright about switching his attention to Vashti, now that the primitive part of his brain had stopped screaming danger. He didn't feel right about not calling the man a murderer, because, well, he'd murdered werewolves, possibly many many times, but he reached a reluctant agreement in his head. [i]I guess I won't call him that. To his face. Unless he murders someone in this timeframe, in which case the deal's over.[/i]

He shook off the thoughts and spoke to Vashti. "We can both make it," he offered, not feeling right about sitting around while another person made food. "I like it cooked, but not much," he answered her question and started looking through the spice rack, speaking as he did: "Maybe that part should be a vote though."  He liked the extra pop that things like Italian herbs gave barely-cooked meat, but he hesitated to bring the small container of tried plant bits onto the counter because he wasn't sure if anyone else liked that. He certainly wasn't a great cook, either, which was why all the cookies had been store-bought, but he didn't feel ready to mention that to Vashti for some reason.