Winter raises her eyebrows. [b]’You got that?’[/b] ‘Kinda. Meh, I’ll improvise.’ [b]’What do you mean [i]improvise[/i]?’[/b] ‘I’m no Ivy, but I’ve gota few tricks up my sleeves.’ Bast snorts. [b]’I would ask for the opinion of your last victim, but the poor kitty is nowhere to be seen.’[/b] Winter rolls her eyes; she’d been preparing the stove and ingredients while she was talking to Bast. “What are we making?”