Well, it ain't okay to eat you. Not where I'm from, at least. And I'm a vegetarian. [Dan sits cross-legged, like Stacia, a few yards away from the net as he watches Branch work his way out. Even sitting, they both absolutely loom over Branch, but at least this demonstrates no immediate intent to capture or squish or eat him.] Converted to it a few years back.

[He fell off that wagon in the Wilderlands, but he figures that hardly counts. Turning down game meat would have been self-destructive and shortsighted.

He figures it's just pedantry to try and convince Branch that the elves aren't little carnivorous kids.]

And Stacia won't be feeding you to nobody neither. I'm sorry for the way your time here started. That sounds terrifying. No wonder you booby-trapped the place. [Dan looks around at the evidence of the chaos.] Look, I believe you that someone tried to feed you to a kid. I seen people do a lot of fucked up things and that might would be in line with some of them.