Aye, I can understand why you'd not wish to eat that.

[Fingon's waiting at the door to bring him inside; on the way to the kitchen, Tiberius will catch sight of scattered clothes and weapons, nets and wires set around the windows, and an odd little portable fountain in the main room.]

Come in. I hope you don't mind the mess; we've been a bit careless in cleaning over these past few weeks.