"I suppose there might be," says Suldrel. "In any case I would both hunt and stay if I could. If we need some meat though I should probably get on that immediately. I sorta think the game around here has gotten wise to our family's hunting prowess." The elf goes to grab his spear and takes a step toward the door. "You sure you want some fresh game?" he asks, a bit unsure of whether his sister really wants him to stay and help things as they are.
Sachiko shrugs at that. "Nah, it's almost done I think. Put meat in now, it'd overcook the veggies. In fact..."
She starts whapping the side of the cookpot with the stirring spoon.
"STOP FIGHTING OR WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING WITH EACH OTHER BY NOW AND WASH UP AND HAVE SOME DINNER!" Sachiko bellows at the top of her surprisingly loud voice. The clanging accentuates it, but Suldrel can see that the impacts on the side of the pot are starting to...just slightly...nudge it...on that badly set up support...