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— It's not your responsibility, but the guests will appreciate it, of course... A snake? What kind of snake? — Alaria could see for a tiny fraction of a second how the redhead's eyes focused on the animal, and it was a slightly unfriendly, predatory focus, but it was completely impulsive. Still, foxes and snakes don't get along... — Oh, a trained one, I see. Well, they only eat live prey, right? I don't know, I think the owner will figure out its diet herself.
— So, the question isn't about responsibilities, — the inquisitor was a little confused by both the casually thrown phrase and the next manifestation of the commander's paranoia, — but whether we will offer them dinner in general. It's not difficult for me to do; I've fed many more mouths in the last two days. Then she decided to clarify.