Fitz is chopping carrots, as directed by the person who seems to be the head chef. He is not entirely certain that they are carrots as he knows them; however they are orange, and some form of root vegetable, and so they will do. It is good to have a task.

The man next to him wobbles, and Fitz frowns. He leans over, taking a sniff. The man in him flinches, but the wolf in him is somewhat more pragmatic.

"I am unsure as to what the scent is supposed to be," he admits.




ooc: would you please have a look here? Fitz could sense some things about Eiji and could potentially help him, but only in a way that suits you, of course! Thank you