Grouse Thicket An Irishman walks out of the bar

YES! bare minimum 4 star or i send back 2 kitchen!!

caiaphas paid the crone's humor very little mind, besides sparing her a quick flash of those hawk yellow eyes. the meal, once wholly consumed, sat in her stomach -- its weight a comfort to the old shrew, who had little to eat on the road.

she would remember the name easily enough, though caiaphas did not much see "apple" in the she-wolf. maybe a sour one -- possibly, though she wondered what wretch would name its child after food? did it want it to get eaten?

any sharp-tongued criticisms were kept close to her heart and buried under tongue; after all, apple had just provided caiaphas with a (1 star, 1/10 would not recommend to friend except on tuesdays, when they have $1 tacos and bottomless warm beers) stellar meal.

caiaphas, the siren returned politely enough, though she didn't give a surname. it was meaningless here, she knew -- and besides, caiaphas had met plenty of blackthorns where their proliferate ways really came as no surprise.. but... at least every one of them was different..

if only all of them fed her, too.

the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, though caiaphas kept her responses short (less material for the ole harpy to rake over, yaknow). after some time, she licked her cut muzzle and made for home - disappointed she had not found fire, but not at all disappointed she had gotten a meal out of it.