sausage
Jane is not fond of cooking meat, and she is not pleased when her father asks her to prepare a string of sausages from the pork that's been hanging in the smokehouse. She agrees, the four lost children do need as much protein as they can get; but damn it, she hates handling raw meat. She reckons that she can count on Mithos to be manly and help her to grind up the meat and stuff it into scraped pig intestines, but he's even more disgusted than she is.
"Man up!" she cries, swinging a frying pan at him. "Come and help me!"
"I'd rather not spend my afternoon scraping the guts out of a pig," he says, dodging the blow masterfully. "But have fun with that."