Tony had set up the fire pit by now. The kindling was glowing a light red, and the fire was nibbling at larger logs. He'd already set up his cooking pots, his big one and a slightly smaller one, on the a spit above the fire pit that had so helpfully been left intact by the tyrant's armies. He was currently in the middle of skinning the bear, using his skinning knife to carefully cut the leather off of the bear's flesh. He looked up as the knight entered with the kill and grunted his thanks before returning his gaze to the task at hand. He finally extracted the bear's pelt and let it sit under the bear's meat, so that it wouldn't make a mess.

He walked over and picked up the deer by one of its legs.
[b]"I'll be cooking enough for everyone, so stay a while. There's a few things I'll need to clear up. In a moment."[/b] He said to the girl.
He noted the clean wound on the neck of the deer as well as the absence of the deer's head itself. It was nice that he didn't have to skin the head, as it was the trickiest part, but he wondered where it went. Not like it mattered much though. Tony remembered that he was missing something and went out to get it, taking a third pot with him. Scant moments later he reappeared with the dead goose and a pot half full with water. If he was going to handle 3 different types of meat, he'd need fresh water to wash his hands before handling new meat.

Tony noticed that the goose's head was still attached. He would have to change that quickly. He sat down by the fire and picked out a chopping board from his backpack and placed it on his legs, laying the goose on top of it, neck outstretched.
[b]"There are ony 2 ironclad rules in my kitchen."[/b] Tony said to the knight. [b]"First of all, don't get in my way when I'm cooking. Unless it's important."[/b]
He picked up one of his meat cleaver and carefully lined it up with the goose's neck.
[b]"Second."[/b] He said, bringing the cleaver down with a weighty thunk. [b]"Don't waste food."[/b]
Tony set the chopping board aside, severed head and all, and checked the fire. It was going strong, so it was time he started working. He extracted from his bag some kind of dark sauce, some vinegar, honey and various spices, including black pepper, salt, and garlic. He put it all in the smaller pot above the fire and stirred it around a little before turning to the oven. He picked up a few logs and a some dry twigs. Tony set the twigs down under the oven first and then carefully arranged the logs above the pile. Finally, he took a particularly long twig and set it alight with the cooking fire and set it under the logs with the rest of the twigs. He let that go and turned to the deer.

Tony took up his skinning knife, wiping it on his apron, before he turned it to the deer in front of him. As he did, his mind wandered as it often did during menial tasks. He found himself wondering about the deer's neck and decided to better acquaint himself with the person who'd made it.
[b]"Hey, deer killer girl."[/b] He said as he began to skin the deer. [b]"What's your name? How'd you bring this thing down?"[/b]