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[the_oldfirm]

Vandemar is eating something. This is always unpleasant to watch; the rat in his hands is quite dead, its skull crushed, and only half of it is there in any case. Either he caught it somewhere there was no AV field, or it doesn't work on rats in any case

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[x_ginta_x]

*unphased by the rat crunching since he's had to resort to that himself*

I'm fond of deer and boar, myself.

[the_oldfirm]

"Ah, you are a wolf of refined tastes." Croup beams at him.

"I like the eyes," Vandemar says.

[x_ginta_x]

*grins* I try to be.

Never had much of a taste for the eyes, though. They way they burst when you bite into 'em never quite sat well with me... I think it's a texture thing. Though, if I were hungry enough I certainly wouldn't turn any down.

[the_oldfirm]

Vandemar seems to consider this. "I like 'em when they pop."

"Mr. Vandemar enjoys the little things," Croup explains.

[x_ginta_x]

Well, the little things do make life more worth it, it's true.