"Any hunter will tell you. There's no point trying to eat deer that's already dead..."
He's more drunk than he's been in a long time. Lucien is lurching over the bar, his body weaving as if it's the whole pub that is swaying back and forth, not just him. He wouldn't normally talk like this but his mental filters are down and this is the first thing on his mind it seems. He holds a finger up and pulls a tight face. "The meat spoils fast and it tastes terrible, trust me. It needs to be fresh, you have to get in there and get all the internal organs out quickly."
Several other bar regulars are giving him disgusted looks, a few even moving to the other side of the room out of earshot.
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