[He makes a face at that, nodding grimly. He knows how that goes after having had a puppy of his own that had a penchant for chewing anything and everything. A terrifying visit to the vet after he'd eaten the stuffing out of a toy had him keeping a lot of stuff up out of Vicchan's reach. A standard poodle would be harder to do that for.]

Lamps then. It's too late to find any now, but the kind of lamps with oil in the bottom that you light a fire in would be good. They'd probably be a lot less edible, too.

[He sticks a spoon full of the stew in his mouth with a content little hum, leaning against the counter with the bowl in hand.]