His question confuses her for a second. Her eyes narrow as she shrugs, biting her tongue so she doesn't snap at him that she doesn't have a menu ready on demand. He reminds her of Miles in a lot of ways, gruff and short on words. It's easy to appreciate that.

"I don't know. Whatever I catch?" Her tone heavily implies that if it's a problem, he might end up getting raw squirrel served with a side of her foot up his ass.