They picnicked not far from the fire that had cooked his kill from earlier that day. Though it appeared to have died a double death. It was clear he had taken her insistence to ensure the meat was safe to eat seriously, but the char and the chewiness told her that he might have overdone it... literally.
She was being polite in eating the burnt rabbit, and he could tell.
"I did not want to make you sick," he reasoned, and she placated.
"I know! Its really sweet, Sesshoumaru! But next time, you want to stop before it turns black."