... so this guy. Pretty normal, certainly nothing remotely weird or creepy about him. Not a thing.

Very happy for the excuse that his answer gives her to avoid any further questioning on vegans and the hunting thereof, Skyla turns her attention back to her pad and quickly scribbles down his response -- she has no idea what the fuck venison is supposed to be, but she's got a section for 'lamb/mutton', so that'll work fine.

"What the hell is venison? Sounds like some fancy froufrou shit."