"Well, Jub, my good er...Associate." Zavakri begins through a mouthful of roast-snake. "We've got three rules." She swallows thickly and wipes at her mouth with the hem of her cloak, before proceeding.

"Hospitality. Let us think about this for a moment; if this Archfey possesses [i]Ownership[/i] of this [i]Realm[/i], then it falls under the implication that someone who resides within this [i]Realm[/i] calls it [i]Home[/i]. This makes us, depending on perspective, interlopers, guests, visitors, or invaders in their lands. I'm going to be generous and refer to us as Guests or Visitors. In which case, sharing in the food of the realm is simply a rule of [i]Hospitality[/i]."

She takes another bite, grease dripping down her chin and making her visibly twinge as she scrubs at her face again.

"[i]Ownership[/i]. By several points of view, we now have [i]ownership[/i] of this..er...meal. Brutrumukk earned it in...Er...A hunt, so to speak. Alternatively it just happens to be in our possession- which according to the Flaming Fist, is pretty much all you need to call it yours. So by my reckoning, either way, we collectively [i]Own[/i] this meal. It's ours, and I'm sure gonna eat it."

She pauses to more delicately gnaw along her meal, before discarding the last bits of char and skin. She dusts off her fingers on her cloak meticulously.

"Then [i]Reciprocity[/i]. Usually this is a beneficial thing, but I'll be honest with you- those giant snakes tried to eat us, so as far as I'm concerned that extended the privilege right back in our favor. Now, in fairness, if something a little more sentient-displaying tried to eat me I'd politely refuse that shared right of consumption- but freshly grilled snake like this? Now that beats Amnian Alley Corn any day."