Jenny: My Friend Stopped Running Today

"Ravenous," the Guttersnipe admitted, and she joined Domitia by the fireside. Stretching her legs out under the table, she began to tear the meat off the bones. It was running with a thin film of amber grease, just enough to keep the meat tender and juicy, and sprinkled delicately with pepper and mint. "This is pretty good," she remarked around a mouthful. She swallowed. "I can manage mulled wine, but I'm only passable on everything else."