Content in the knowledge that her steak was safely on a plate behind her, cooked perfectly, Charlotte didn't mind if the rest of the steaks were turned into charcoal. "How about if it's baaing?" She sighed softly, thinking of juicy lamb chops. "Or clucking? It's a good thing I enjoy being active or it would be ridiculously easy to get fat here. Particularly when John's gotten so clever with the hatches."