Yeah? We try not to waste anything we end up killing. Anything else we give to the hunters or a local diner.

[Also Ignis is just that good of a cook! The tenders were great and he'll fight anyone who says otherwise. Thankfully, due to months of practice, he keeps the slight wince mostly hidden. Mostly. He can still hear that bastard's voice saying Such is my blessing, and my curse.]

It's more a duty than anything. One you're born into rather than choose.