"Nice try, I'll just catch whatever you throw in my mouth and swallow it effortlessly," she says cockily, always glad to quote posts she saw online in a bid to make her seem funnier than she actually is. That said, there's actually the chance to taste something that Kainé's offering her, and there's—well.

Anna is trying very hard not to be stricken by the quiet intimacy of the gesture, not in any particular way but just how it feels like a normal thing to do? Like how, for a moment, they're not stuck in a city that's dealing with constant beast problems and reeks of blood on its best days. Like they're both just at home together.

Then she actually tries the stew by leaning forward and gently tasting it right out of the ladle. "Oh, nice. I'm into it. I could probably handle a little more heat if you wanted." She leans back and pretends very much to be haughty when both of them know it doesn't matter. "And for your information, I know a guy who cleans out my lungs for me, so smoking is totally safe and cool for me to do now."