"Not much to Forage on Pride, I'm afraid... mm. But. There's some lovely fiddleheads that sprout in Gluttony, if you can beat the hellhounds that have the nose for it. Ooh, and the 'Chicken of Hell' sulphurshelf... I try and get those whenever I can."

He paused, squinted in thought. "Don't know what the hunting's like. That'd be in Wrath, for sure. I don't go down there often. But the boar... ooh, the boar..."

He patted himself, realized he was without his notepad, snapped his fingers.

"Ah... remind me to maybe do some catering sometime. A fancy brunch would be fun. With mimosas~"