When Eri said she didn't want stew Guyton nodded to a bucket full of days old chicken guts, potato skins, fish scales and god knows what else. "Ya know the rule. Don't like ma cooking ya get the scrapes." He said with a slight smirk before making his way over to the still bubbling pot. He grabbed two old bowls from near by and filled them up with stew he made his way to the table. He placed both bowls down, on have a chicken neck floating in it and the other having a leg and a breast. "Old Jamaican recipe, it has enough fire in it to put some real hair on your chest." He said before getting Eri off his leg and heading back to the pot.