"Not in my kitchen," Zouichi said, staring dubiously at the cow. "Feel free to have a barbecue about a city block from the inn, though. And I still have some foam sealant spray, if the saran wrap doesn't work." Of course, that was made for quick-sealing wounds. But this thing sure smelt like it was dying.

He didn't even want to ask, but...

"Guess I'm carrying it back?" The hesitation was rather uncharacteristic of him. It wasn't that he'd have any trouble lifting it, but carrying a fetal cow that smelled like a million dead feet was daunting.

He motioned to the tubes leading out from the pod. "Want to keep going and swing back here later?"