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Shee suppressed the feeling of dread that rose in her as she followed the sounds of what were definitively the voices of Estrelas and Eponine. Something smelled very odd...

That was the door the voices were coming from; she was sure. Someone who was deaf would be sure. She peered inside delicately, and gasped as she saw what appeared to be a pig (but couldn't be... where had it come from?) lying on the table in the middle of the room.

Blinking, she looked back and forth from Estrelas to Eponine, and her eyes rested on Estrelas, who was alarmingly carrying multiple knives.

"Ummm... Estrelas? What are you doing?"

Shee took a few steps back at Eponine's jump and general alarm.

"Eponine! It's alright! Uhh... calm down?" Even though she knew it wouldn't have any effect, it didn't hurt to try. She tried inching towards Eponine slowly, which would accomplish two things: moving away from Estrelas, and hopefully show Eponine that she wouldn't-- at least, not yet-- say anything about the very odd happenings that were currently playing out.

"I-- sorry Estrelas, but I don't eat meat. So I'd-- rather not." Shee looked curiously at Estrelas. "But where... where did you get the pig from?"

Shee lightly padded over to Eponine and extended a hand. "Need some help?"

She was distracted from her task by Estrelas's comments. "No, I mean-- I don't eat meat on purpose, because of religious reasons. Not because we can't find it. But-- you can't really find pigs in the Himalayas. So, I mean, I was just wondering. Where the pig came from. Because that's odd."

She was relieved that there was apparently no law-breaking involved.

Shee's hand hung in the air awkwardly as she tried to process what was happening, and, failing, erupted into a fit of giggles.

She stifled them as Estrelas moved closer, and tried to look more serious. As Estrelas began to speak however, Shee realized that was beyond the realm of possibility and started giggling again.

"No! No... that's not what I meant. I don't want to really know what pigs do... in their spare time. But how did you get a pig past Wraith? I don't think he'd be especially happy having that," here, she stopped to point dramatically to the pig, "in the building."

"Uhh... what?"

Maybe it was better if she just accepted that the pig was here and didn't think about the mechanics of getting said pig here.

Shee nodded slowly at Eponine. "Legal is... good." She turned towards Estrelas, thinking. Did she really want to know the answer to her next question? Well, it couldn't be... weirder than the first answer. If it could be called an answer.

"So Estrelas. Why exactly did you bring a pig here? Just... to eat?"

Shee started and covered her face with her hands as Estrelas swung her knife and brought it down. Again and again.

Peeking through her fingers, she found that Eponine had done the same. "I think... you should find a sharper knife, Estrelas. That might make it easier. Maybe." Shee didn't know anything about cooking, especially anything relating to meat (and especially headcheese... thankfully, Estrelas had just elucidated that concept for her). Her chapattis, she remembered miserably, were never perfectly round like they were supposed to be, instead taking on shapes that had been variously described by Lhamu and Wraith as almost resembling flowers someone had previously stepped on, puddles of mud or that face the rickshaw driver would give you when you didn't give him the fare he asked for.

"Alright... is headcheese something people eat a lot of in Portugal?" Shee couldn't remember her last trip to Portugal, if there had been one. There probably had, she reasoned.

Shee turned to Eponine, still avoiding looking directly at the pig, although her hands had receded down back to their proper place. "Do you, uh, like headcheese too, Eponine?"

Estrelas was quite good at keeping secrets when she wanted to, Shee decided. She found herself nodding in agreement unconsciously as Estrelas spoke. The cooks had displayed some good thinking in not letting Estrelas in. "Oh! Not more knives! No, maybe it is better if you keep this one." Backtracking, horrified at the thoughts of what she had quite possibly encouraged Estrelas to do, she waved her arms wildly, gesturing that one knife was more than enough for Estrelas.

"I believe we did make a trip to Portugal once, but I'm sorry, Estrelas. It was a short trip for diplomacy or something, so I don't really remember it too well. I haven't seen much of Portugal, then."

Shee smiled at Eponine's answer. "Well, I haven't either! Obviously, I mean. Since I am vegetarian, and headcheese, despite the very misleading name, is not cheese at all, but meat. I think. It is, right, Eponine?"