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[hermajestree]

[You guessed it, the location is in the mess hall.]

Where is this local "tuesday soup" delicacy I've heard so much about? Bring it to me at once. I wish to try it immediately.

((ETA: winding dowwwwwwwnnnnnn))

Comments

[motherbored]

Okay, I haven't been here that long, but I can tell you that that's probably not the best idea.

[hermajestree]

[Looking her up and down. It's like a mini-me.]

... Explain.

[motherbored]

I had a little chat with it, and it told me that it wasn't really supposed to be soup. Well, considering the eyes and fingers I found in it, that wasn't a surprise.

[hermajestree]

You can communicate with soup? ... Surely that makes the eating of it a little difficult.

[weedoverflowers]

You definitely shouldn't try it!

[hermajestree]

[Impatiently] Why not? It's supposed to be the cuisine of this part of the world, is it not?

[weedoverflowers]

I don't think they really like to eat people in America...

[hermajestree]

America? Oh, is that the that the name of this place?

[duplicut]

Tuesday Soup is made out of human remains.

[hermajestree]

... I beg your pardon?

[duplicut]

Body parts. Probably blood and liquefied fat as well.

[hermajestree]

A-And this is a delicacy?!

[praticaldestiny]

This place has food of a high enough quality to be described as a delicacy?

[hermajestree]

... [DOUBLETAKING]

[hermajestree]

[Anddd recovering very quickly, holding herself proudly]

If there is, I have yet to taste it, hence my enquiry.

[praticaldestiny]

[noticed that!]

I'll admit, I'd be surprised.

[necessaryevil]

That would be unwise.

[hermajestree]

Is that so? And why is that?

[necessaryevil]

The main ingredient is corpses.

[hermajestree]

You... You can't be serious!