Liza couldn’t help but huff at Alice’s negative statement regarding fighting, though only slightly, and she kept her statement to herself. She listened to Alice as she worked on the food before her, saying nothing. Liza sliced open the bag of blood and seemingly poured it all over the top of the chicken, and then reached for the salt and pepper, dashing some all across the blood soaked chicken. She then reached for a bottle of paprika nearby and likewise strew it across the chicken. She then reached into the cabinet above her and withdrew a pair of small glass plates, closing the cabinet afterward.

A moment later, after swift chops with her knife, Liza stepped back from the counter and turned toward Alice. She held in her hands a plate of diced Cornish game hen, coated in blood and thoroughly seasoned. Liza extended the plate toward Alice, offfering it to her.

“It’s not Parisian gourmet but I think it’ll be satisfying. I coated it in blood so you’ll still be getting ‘nutritional value’ from the meal. ‘Beats the hell out of barbecue sauce.”