[ Hunk is engrossed in his books, his knifework, and his complaining, so he hasn't quite turned around enough to notice just who is standing behind him. ]

I mean I guess so, but without good armor it seems risky. Slicing a vegetable is way different than...

[ He hiccups, swiping a piece of bread from the loaf to upset his stomach as his thoughts progress. ]

Y'know, carving up a real, living being! That's trying to kill you!

[ His body shudders at the notion- he's not axe crazy! He doesn't know how his friends deal with close-quarters combat. And he still hasn't turned around. ]