Remy opened his mouth, corner kicked up in a half smile as he started to say something, then closed his mouth with a snap and a sheepish look. "Yeah, dat it does. Like a lotta t'ings."

Yes, he'd been about to be a bit bawdier than that. Probably not a good idea at the moment.

"Well. We got a library dat ain't much fit for purpose, but bet dere's some sort of cookbooks in dere. Mebbe some survival books or a Boy Scout handbook." There HAD to be a recipe for jerky in a Boy Scout handbook, right? "Been a while since I tried, but dat was mos'ly gator."