She notices our confusion on that last sentence.
"I always make too much anyways..."
It was her tone of voice that made us interested, as if it wasn't entirely accidental.
"Ah, right. I make food for my husband too, but he's almost never home. Even if he comes home he might leave again after dropping some items off. He's a hunter, which mean that he eats dried meat on their rounds, and he needs to keep the town stocked. Atleast he's not alone out there.
What would you like to do?