"They seemed well-off," Lexa replies to Avery, voice low in murmured agreement. She has no desire to insult their hosts, but she definitely is puzzled and maybe a little relieved that the cook seems to be as well. She's not a picky eater by any means, and she'll chew her way through the snails politely, but this is odd. And a little worrying.

"Perhaps we've exhausted their stores that they need to replace meat with these. The rift will have scared away most game nearby."