a nice buffet.

[fuckyou_chorus]

[ camp sure provided a huge amount of food for lunch today!... except you could consider it Tuesday's Leftovers. instead of chicken, there's fried human arms and legs - skin left on, of course. finely BBQ'd fingers, tongues and toes with dipping sauces. large human meat steaks! livers and spleens and things that aren't even edible, unless you want

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[watchmycannon]

[...Shrugs, puts it on his plate, and goes about cutting the meat off bones or otherwise turning it into non-recognizable form]

A bit heavy for a breakfast, I'd think.

[servicewitha]

[has a modest amount himself]

It's a lot of grease.

[watchmycannon]

Mmn, likely because it's a rather fatty tissue source, but then, the cooking methods of this place have never been all that impressive to begin with.

[servicewitha]

[takes a small bite, then shrugs and keeps eating]

You seem to know a lot about this.

[watchmycannon]

[Shrugs]

One cannot always be picky, afield, when in search of a food source. And it is not as though I could make my race off limits when I am perfectly willing to eat those of other races.

[servicewitha]

Not unless you want to starve, anyway. I'm assuming the other bit is a cultural thing?

[watchmycannon]

Ah, yes-- there are four races, in my world; it would hardly be fair to deem the others worthy of being eaten and claim amnesty for mine.

[thinks]

...Honestly we mitra are likely the easiest to consume. No fur, no claws, no scales...

[servicewitha]

That's fascinating.

[watchmycannon]

I suppose it must be.

Obviously all four races would prefer to stick to wild game, where possible-- but as I said, that is not always an option. I cannot have my troops go underfed, out of being picky or squeemish.

[servicewitha]

How very sensible.

[watchmycannon]

And yourself?

[nods at his plate]

[servicewitha]

My job requires me to travel. Some places I end up don't always have much in the way of resources, food or otherwise. You learn to take what you can get.

[watchmycannon]

I see. Much the same situation, then.

[servicewitha]

[nods]

[watchmycannon]

[Set his fork down and holds out his hand]

I'm being rude. David Nassau, the marquis of Athlum; a pleasure.

[servicewitha]

[shakes it firmly]

Fuuma. It's nice to meet you, too.