For a moment Talcott misses what Ren is saying, watching the way his fingers move, the motion lazy and practiced and so elegant it hurts. It reminds him of Ignis, that casual grace that he's never quite managed to achieve.

The promise of a hunt though, a real hunt and fresh ingredients and cooking over a campfire makes his face light up and he nods eagerly. "We should definitely do that! Something more than frog legs. We could at least get an anak calf or something probably?"