#Then again Sen's an outdoorsy kid so :')

[oculusxcaro]

Two truth and a lie: I've eaten heart before, I can do a handstand, my talons will bleed if they're clipped too short.

Send me two truths and a lie about your muse, and I’ll guess which is which!

The scent of sizzling meat is strong in the air as Khare sets down a plate of steak before Senja. The outside of it has an excellent sear, both sides whacked down on a hot grill for just a few moments before being flipped so that the inside remained tender and rare to the point that it's still legally blue. Sen deserve ten dozen steaks for all the help she'd given the waitress back before she'd even arrived in Gotham but making sure she got the most delicious steak on the house was a good start. "Two truths and one lie... okay, give me a moment to think." Khare hummed as she sat back to watch Sen dig into her meal. A rich and vibrant red was revealed as the harpy sliced into her meal, the meat so tender she barely had to try cutting it with her knife and fork. It smelt amazing, Khare's thoughts drifting back to campfires in autumn and of the meals they'd once shared way before either of them ever stepped into Gotham. She was pretty sure Sen had eaten heart, come to think of it... her memories of their time in the woods together had grown muddled by fear and time, but the rich, savoury scent of meat helped jog that memory some of the first time she'd tried Elk felled by Sen's talons. It had been delicious, better than anything she'd had before or since and she smiled at the thought, plus Sen seeming to enjoy her own meal. "I'm pretty sure you have eaten heart before. You're not one to waste what you catch and... I think I remember you trying not to freak me out about it." Khare chuckled lightly beneath her breath. When Sen had learned a bit of what happened, she'd brought back pieces of meat rather than a whole damn carcass, regular pieces of meat that looked like they came straight from the butchers instead of something that had been walking and breathing not half an hour before. Khare had appreciated Sen's sensitivity on the matter but any squeamishness soon disappated when it became apparent just how hungry the two of them were, from long hours of trekking across harsh terrain and keeping their distance from other, less friendly creatures in the vicinity. That left two other questions though, and Khare pondered as another mouthful disappeared. Her eyes dropped to the knife and fork in Sen's hands, wielded deftly as any regular patron to the diner. She had talons alright, powerful ones that could shred through larger animals but had she ever tried cutting her own claws before? Had somebody else tried? Sen had been a bit... quiet as to her past for completely understandable reasons; Khare had been similarly tight-lipped albeit for different reasons, but it was hard when you were different as not everybody was able to accept you the way you were. "I'm... going with that you can't do handstands. Because I've never actually seen you do one, you know? You might have the muscles but have you got the balance?" Khare said playfully as she leaned forwards. Sen's was looking a lot less full now with most of the steak having disappeared, a single piece left leaving only a bloody plate as to the meal that had once been there.