The protein greases her fingers. Gideon licks them clean-ish while she waits for more. The instant meal-ness her new friend gets is something she wishes she got. Cooking and food isn't anything she's great at, but she does know she needs food cooked. Unless she doesn't because some stuff just doesn't kill her. Not exploring that at the moment. She claps at the pile of bones. "Damn, that's some nice work," she says, "Thanks." She scoops them up and places them in a bowl with the others.

"Those are going to become itty bitty skeletons or real size ones," Gideon shares, "Depends on what's needed." The little ones would be cute, especially if they played little bone instruments. There's a valid reason for a little skeleton band right? "Got any need for little skeleton friends?"