"Don't do that," is the only thing they say in response. They're not gonna try and get them to stop again. They already lost one hand.

Chicken's leaner, red meat's got more fat. They figure that for this kind of hunger, the general choice would not be lean meat.

They put their staff down on a counter to lean down and grab at a slab of... oh, venison, very funny, ha ha. They snatch the hunk of what their best guess is beef and, holding the edge with one hand and leaving the rest dangling, they call, "Hey, here, don't eat wood! Here, I have this!"