Rabbit starvation, they called it. Could eat a hundred of the little things and not gain so much as a point from how lean they got in the winter. With a stew they'd at least get whatever fat was on the creature.

Idly trailing a finger over the collar of Arthur's union suit down to the topmost button, giving it a suggestive wiggle, he made a soft hum at the back of his throat.

The sun was rising and they had nowhere else they needed to be.

"I will get get breakfast started in a moment, but... how are you feeling? No pain or fatigue?"