"I believe that."

She wouldn't question it for a second, and even though it was her idea to just burn up his arm she's still a little surprises he just went for it the way he did. Almost absently she turns the meat still roasting over the fire, and it strikes her as odd that he and her dinner don't smell all that different.

That's probably just as bad as Chewie playing with his porgs before he ate them, honestly.