"Mmmmmmmm...something smells awfully good! Where's the other kind of meat?"

"Uhh, I don't know cousin. What type of meat do you..?" Before I can finish my thought, two more men enter Brunhilda's. A third approaches us.

"Would either, or both of you young ladies care to see why I am a berserker?"

*glllllp* "Kind Sir," I respond, combing his substantial physique with my eyes, "You have made your.. point loud and clear."

Meanwhile, the waif grins ever so slightly, then vanishes into the kitchen.