[ He's gone about it the right way, at least in her mind. She may have conjured up a number of ingredients by necessity, but the act of preparing and making food in and of itself is enjoyable, and she fully believe the results are better than anything that could just be imagined. There's also an unmistakable satisfaction in enjoying the fruits of your own labor, both literally and figuratively.

Or vegetables in this case. ​]

Track by scent?

[ Hyur aren't really known for having a keen sense of smell. Is this a Witcher thing? Or just a Geralt thing? ]

Is that how you normally hunt?

[ She happily takes back the bottle and a hearty swig. It's not the strongest nor darkest ale she's had, but it's decent, and it is very refreshing nice and cold like this. Even if the little metal hats are stupid. ]

More than I ought to admit. Where does the line fall between vegetable and animal? Have you ever had to face off against a cactus?