Brain Fluff: The mental equivalent to rooting down the back of the sofa for spare change

This would be me practising writing from scratch after a long break (i.e. total lapse) from it.
I'm not sure if this is a good result or bad one...

Fiona handled the skull and looked at it critically. Cracks were already beginning to appear from overuse. She shook her head sadly, human skulls just weren’t built like they used to be. Call it evolution or call it gene manipulation or call it whatever – sometimes she thought they’d put too much effort into the inside of the head and not enough into what protects it.

Plus, after they’d slaughtered that last group of knights, there weren’t likely to be anymore humans traipsing their way up the mountainside. Except for maybe a bard or too, and they were on the strictly no kill list. Besides the meat was far too flavoursome for her liking.

She looked at the cracked skull and sighed again. Now what was she supposed to serve the Lapsang Souchong in?