"I had a master too," comes the quiet answer. She goes for the carving knives, dancing their weight across her hands with quiet approval; good equipment, hard to find. Harvest the meat first, then she can take this to the cutting boards and the vegetables...

"I've got a good nose," she continues. "And in any event your gorgeous hellhound was hanging around Peters, so you were too. Same kinda thing, different kinda genre. If she explained?"