You brought them with you. You should learn how to handle the problems you create yourself.

[The moment the goat is shoved towards her is the same moment the grin slips off Jill's face. She stares the animal straight into its strange pupils, daring it to try and nibble on her hair. Jill spends far too long brushing it into place in the mornings to have the strands damaged by some teeth.

The staredown lasts a long moment before Jill is the first one to throw out a threat.]

I will learn how to make stew if you dare.