Bacon. Duh.

"Not the whole thing, obviously!" Huny shoots back. She withdraws her dagger and stabs the downed beast one more time. Its body dissolves in a pale light you are all too familiar with--one less shiny and self-important than the heroes have when they die. Soon all that remains is the monster's drop: Wild Boar Meat. "Now we just need a fire to-"

"AAAAA!"

Your entire party looks up at the scream. A young woman dressed in simple armor (a steel breastplate with space pounded out for a womanly-yet-not-exaggerated chest, and a steel skirt over leather trousers) rushed up to where the last bits of light from the deceased boar were fading. She's fixated on the spot she saw it a moment ago, giving you a good moment to eye her up and down. She has some gorgeous hair: while you used to think brown was a fairly dull color that only mage-y dweebs had, the fullness of her locks and the shimmer they give off is making you rethink any such notion. It does a splendid job of framing her pretty face, too. Her body...is covered by the equipment so standard that even Weed-fiends know to call it "Starter Gear." The sword in her hand suggests a melee class, though that left a range open from Swordsman to Paladin.

"It's...gone..." she breathed helplessly. You could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She whirled on your party--and had to do a double-take when she saw what a strange collection you were. A bottomless succubus with her breasts exposed, too; a naked Imp; a goblin; and a human in only her lacy whites. She decided to just settle on the lone heroine for now. "Give me back my boar!" she demands.

"Yours? It had clearly escaped you; we just hunted better," Huny shoots back.

"But...But-!" she tries to object. A truly massive rumble from her stomach interrupts anything she might have been about to say.

"Are you...starving?" Huny asks.

"...Maybe." The girl couldn't bear to face any of you. She turns her head away, giving you a nice shot of her profile. Small nose, slightly puffy cheeks now tinted with blush, small lips that were pursed--too cute for her own good.

Beans surprised you by being the next to speak. "Then...couldn't we share the meat?"

Huny looked down, a little surprised. The sword-girl was very surprised--you might even say shocked. "Th-th-that's not how it works! Heroes earn their own way in life! A hero would never beg for her living!"

"It's not begging, it's accepting a present," you reply. "And besides, it sounds like you were the one who drove the boar to us, so you could even say you did your part to earn this."

She turns to look at you, but she goes a little cross-eyed. "Well, that might be true...Umm... I'm sorry, you're...Something is..."

Ah. Realization dawns. The reason she hasn't been freaking out is because she can see neither you nor Louie. All she sees for certain are Huny and Beans, and a hero having a tamed monster isn't all that uncommon. She might just assume you're another hero and whatever's beside you is your pet. "Oh, right. You still have the Filters on. I'm Shelia, the other one is Louie."

"Nice to meet you," she replies politely, likely a trained reflex. "And yes, my Filters are on. I can't turn them off until next week."

Your eyes go wide and you mouth a silent, 'Oh.' Now you're a little embarrassed. Even if she can't see it, you're naked in front of a... You're definitely toeing a dangerous line here. Quickly you fasten the front of the leather jacket and (with a **** sigh) pull out that ratty loincloth and put it back on. You hand Louie's to him so he can do the same. Now properly clothed--or at least, with all the naughty bits covered--the two of you snap into focus for the girl.

She stares open-mouthed for a moment. Then she screams and falls backward, barely avoiding knocking her head on the tree behind her.

"Yes, yes, they're demons. More than you know," Huny says almost nonchalantly. "And that's a goblin, and I've spent a full freaking day with nothing but monsters now. So you know what, Gobo is right: you're going to join us for a meal."

The sword-girl still looked fearful, so you tried to put up your hands reassuringly. "It's alright, really. We won't try anything."

"Unless you make trouble or try to run. Then we'll have to kill you. Or worse," Huny added menacingly. You give her a perplexed look. After saying something like that, it really was difficult to tell who the monster here was.

Louie and Beans had found enough dried branches and brush to get a decent fire burning. Huny had found a thin, flat rock which she leaned over the coals, supported by a few more small rocks beneath it. Now you were all gathered around watching as she cuts off strips of the boar meat and hands them to the sword-girl (who had finally introduced herself as Karen_Raven) who lays them on the stone, the meat beginning to sizzle the moment it comes in contact with the heated surface. Karen tried to surreptitiously wipe the drool leaking down the corner of her mouth with her other hand; it must have been an act of will to keep herself from devouring the meat raw.

That thought led to another: how long had it been since your last 'meal'? That would have been...the orcs yesterday, since Beans didn't do anything while you slept. You pull up your menu to take a peak at the timer.

03:45:15

Yikes. That's the closest it's been yet. Better deal with this before you forget about it. It looks like Karen can handle cooking the meat herself, so you could grab a companion and slip off out of sight for some fun. That only leaves one question: