"Oh yeah, I can just imagine what kind of trouble you and Loki used to get into." She wanted stories and lots of them. Being an only child, she wanted to hear what it was like to have a built-in companion.

She watches as he slices the pig. She can tell that he has done it before and feels confident in his carving skills. With one bite of what he gives her she groans with appreciation. It needed no sauce - brimming with natural juices, the flavor practically explodes on her tongue. There's a smokiness to it as well from being cooked over an open fire. It's as if he took her memories of roasting hot dogs over the fire with her dad, and made it gourmet.

"Oh my god, this is amazing. Can we do this every week?"