Faolan almost chuckled aloud at the child's response, but he was reminded of the unfortunate reason why a question like that was necessary. It was clear by the child's sleight build that he had been underfed his whole life, which was why he appeared to be much younger and more feminine than he actually was. This would be the first improvement that Faolan would make to this child's life: making sure he would not want for food again. 

Despite his slender frame and the way he picked at the bread, it was clear that he had a taste for protein. It made sense when Faolan thought about snakes. They were predators and carnivores, after all, and if this child had some sort of affinity with them then perhaps he had these same habits. The Irishman sympathized, of course, being related to predators himself, meat was always first on his list of cravings. Well...of the edible variety, anyway.

[color=a36209]"Oh, much more, lad,"[/color] he said, and leaned forward to reach into the bag, [color=a36209]"Sharp nose you have there. I almost forgot."[/color] He leaned back and withdrew a large jar, almost too big for even Faolan's large mitt, full to bursting with dark liquid and chunks of meat and veg. The top was sealed with wax, wrapped in cloth and tied with a string. [color=a36209]"I stopped by the grocer and they had stew. Made yesterday, but warm it up and it should be good."[/color] Of course, the Irishman would have preferred to hunt for fresh meat while they were camped, but he hadn't had time due to the shopping errand Lucien had requested of him.