Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

Previously she'd run into Mal at, in a sense, the end of an era, and then just a bad day. Mal had gone on and found a sense of self that while it might not always be the most honest, seemed to work for him. But with that said, was she now facing the true side of Mal? Have fun defining that. Either way, not a tad ruffled. They're mutually exclusive with my personal existence, he said with a momentary broader grin. It was true for both him as a person and at times seemed to be true for those he kept around -- Ibis had fled the country and she definitely fit in that set of categories.

I'd rather just find out what you're planning than jump to something ridiculous, he said, seeming to absently think about it before focusing a bit more directly on her, for a moment a bit more serious. Far easier for everyone, I'd hope. But what she was planning to do? Mal wasn't even going to try to guess. Nor was he going to jump right to a more direct question to find out -- more interesting (or telling) to find out what she'd say.