"I'm still hungry a lot but yea, I don't go around eatin' roadkill no more." he said, taking the first spoonful of stew.

Was no masterpiece by the medicine seller, but it was far better than the shit Pearson made them eat. Through trial and error he'd gotten better at cooking the last month or so. Mostly because eating everything raw as a bear got boring.

He dipped a piece of bread in the juices and began to eat in earnest. "Can hardly wait for the lake to thaw, would love to get some fish again." he sighed, pouring himself some of the drink into a chipped mug. "Can't get drunk no more. Most injuries heal over in seconds..."

Arthur looked at the other man, slowing his eating to really look at him. "Guess you found me again after all," he said with a wry smile, recalling when he spoke of appearing in another life some years later maybe.