It takes Edgar a moment to realize what he's watching, when they pass the cooking fire -- he's heard of the process, but never actually seen anyone cook something before. It's the smell of roasting meat that makes the association click in his head, and abruptly he's ravenous.

But not so much as to ignore the familiar wonk up ahead. He breaks into a smile and jogs the few steps toward the fence, reaching through to pat Nitwit behind the horn nubs.