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xp_logsThe ferals make their contribution to Friendsgiving. Some more graciously than others.
"Is waste of time. If I do not desire an organ, I simply eat around it." Sharon was not having fun cleaning the pack's collective kills, particularly after Kyle had told her to go human and stop plucking the turkeys with her mouth. The fact Laura already seemed familiar with the steps pleased her even less. Besides, she was discovering that hands were not a particularly efficient way of removing a digestive tract.
"Okay but it's not all about you," Liam pointed out, efficiently gutting his turkey with a hunting knife. Unlike the others, he'd shot his with a hunting rifle, though he was using his claws in addition to the knife. "Not everyone wants your half eaten turkey carcass."
"Eating too much turkey liver's not great for you." Kyle said calmly. "And you will throw up." He had taped butcher paper down to the table, pulled out an easy dozen plastic containers, and was methodically working through a turkey with a chef's knife. His hair was tucked up inside a baseball cap, he had plastic gloves over his hands, an apron, an absolute picture of domestic normalcy. If you ignored that while the turkey in front of him was being neatly cleaned, a second - mangled by claw - was next to him in a hotel tray, and he was sneaking pieces of meat off the raw bird and tossing them in his mouth.
Laura was told not to use her claws to gut the turkey but to use an actual knife. Her own hair was tied back and her flannel shirt was rolled up and she copied Kyle's style and also wore an apron. It was bright in color compared to the very dark normal colors she normally wore. Her precision with the knife was very precise as she finished removing the innards and looked over to Sharon. "If you need help, I can show you how." She was trying to be friendly.
Despite all evidence to the contrary Sharon said, "I am the best at learning." Her eyes narrowed as Laura moved towards the bin they were using to hold the discarded offal, which was, if not near, then in the same general direction as the turkey Sharon had claimed as her personal reward. Her tail gave a tense flick. "Do not touch my bird."
"No fighting over bird. We got enough." Even with inexpert cleaning and the birds being wild, there would be enough. The thawing pair of commercial turkeys that Kyle had stashed in the fridge would see to that and allow for the tastes of anyone not used to the gamier taste of wild bird. "Sharon I'm depending on you tomorrow to help me time this nonsense, because if we overcook these they'll be dry and gross. Wild's got less fat, which we can probably get around with a bunch of butter under the skin, which is a thing I learned watching way too many Youtube chefs but we're still gonna need to be careful and I need someone with good timing."
Laura looked slightly defeated as she went back to the turkey in front of her. She placed the knife down gently and looked over at Liam, "How goes the gutting of your turkey?"
"Oh, fine. I've done this before," most of the insides were already out in a neat pile next to him, uneaten. "I used to go hunting with my dad and learned to clean the bird and all that." And not act like Sharon about it all.
"Is big talk when Kitten uses gun instead of claws. Is unnatural. Instincts are best." Pointedly erasing Laura's presence from her personal reality, Sharon removed the last errant piece of viscera from the bird. Then, just to spite Kyle, the girl broke off part of a damaged liver and popped it in her mouth. She made it clear she would eat as much turkey as she pleased, and in whatever manner she desired.
A few hours later Sharon did, indeed, throw up.
"Is waste of time. If I do not desire an organ, I simply eat around it." Sharon was not having fun cleaning the pack's collective kills, particularly after Kyle had told her to go human and stop plucking the turkeys with her mouth. The fact Laura already seemed familiar with the steps pleased her even less. Besides, she was discovering that hands were not a particularly efficient way of removing a digestive tract.
"Okay but it's not all about you," Liam pointed out, efficiently gutting his turkey with a hunting knife. Unlike the others, he'd shot his with a hunting rifle, though he was using his claws in addition to the knife. "Not everyone wants your half eaten turkey carcass."
"Eating too much turkey liver's not great for you." Kyle said calmly. "And you will throw up." He had taped butcher paper down to the table, pulled out an easy dozen plastic containers, and was methodically working through a turkey with a chef's knife. His hair was tucked up inside a baseball cap, he had plastic gloves over his hands, an apron, an absolute picture of domestic normalcy. If you ignored that while the turkey in front of him was being neatly cleaned, a second - mangled by claw - was next to him in a hotel tray, and he was sneaking pieces of meat off the raw bird and tossing them in his mouth.
Laura was told not to use her claws to gut the turkey but to use an actual knife. Her own hair was tied back and her flannel shirt was rolled up and she copied Kyle's style and also wore an apron. It was bright in color compared to the very dark normal colors she normally wore. Her precision with the knife was very precise as she finished removing the innards and looked over to Sharon. "If you need help, I can show you how." She was trying to be friendly.
Despite all evidence to the contrary Sharon said, "I am the best at learning." Her eyes narrowed as Laura moved towards the bin they were using to hold the discarded offal, which was, if not near, then in the same general direction as the turkey Sharon had claimed as her personal reward. Her tail gave a tense flick. "Do not touch my bird."
"No fighting over bird. We got enough." Even with inexpert cleaning and the birds being wild, there would be enough. The thawing pair of commercial turkeys that Kyle had stashed in the fridge would see to that and allow for the tastes of anyone not used to the gamier taste of wild bird. "Sharon I'm depending on you tomorrow to help me time this nonsense, because if we overcook these they'll be dry and gross. Wild's got less fat, which we can probably get around with a bunch of butter under the skin, which is a thing I learned watching way too many Youtube chefs but we're still gonna need to be careful and I need someone with good timing."
Laura looked slightly defeated as she went back to the turkey in front of her. She placed the knife down gently and looked over at Liam, "How goes the gutting of your turkey?"
"Oh, fine. I've done this before," most of the insides were already out in a neat pile next to him, uneaten. "I used to go hunting with my dad and learned to clean the bird and all that." And not act like Sharon about it all.
"Is big talk when Kitten uses gun instead of claws. Is unnatural. Instincts are best." Pointedly erasing Laura's presence from her personal reality, Sharon removed the last errant piece of viscera from the bird. Then, just to spite Kyle, the girl broke off part of a damaged liver and popped it in her mouth. She made it clear she would eat as much turkey as she pleased, and in whatever manner she desired.
A few hours later Sharon did, indeed, throw up.
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Date: 2025-11-29 01:54 am (UTC)Kyle also has the patience of a saint. I have no idea how he manages it.