"Barbecue?" A strange word. Something to do with fire, if he's speaking of prey being crispy. He's not insulting either of her children, at least. She can make a joke. "Fire helps with their favor of sheep. Think of all that hair in their bellies, otherwise."

His question of her taming dragons--it has her lifting her brows. A pointed look, not in admonishment, but still something for him to take seriously, despite the levity.

"I raised them, didn't tame them. They hatched in my husband's funeral pyre."