Kainé rolls her eyes, refuses to sink to the provocation. "I don't. You sing whatever you want, but I reserve the right to throw stuff if I don't like it." Which isn't a denial that she liked the show. Far from it, as a matter of fact. But for Kainé to sing? That just doesn't seem right.

"Wouldn't mind a little more heat. Gotta be better for your throat than the nasty shit you always smoke." She gives a sharp little laugh as she stirs the stew with her ladle. She spoons out a bit of broth and lifts it towards Anna's face.

"Taste. Don't burn the shit out of yourself." Very helpful, Kainé.