Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Taking another bite of the allogator, she's grateful Asta doesn't shut her question down, if only to satisfy her hunger for information. Thal listens closely, trying to imagine what each might taste like - although still not wholly inclined to try it herself. When he finishes, she tilts her head back to look up at the falling rain as she says, "I guess that makes sense. I'm surprised Abandoned don't taste different though - with the magic running through their veins and all." She doesn't know what that would taste like, maybe spicy? Or sour?
Thal turns her gaze back to Asta. "Have you ever tried demigod?" She doubts it, having felt very clearly how strong they can be as Hadama flattened her; however, it makes her wonder about the other races, especially one so closely related to the gods. Or would that piss off the gods?
In the midst of her other musings, another thought comes to mind, feeling oddly personal despite not really caring. She takes a casual bite of the meat as she asks, "What about a Mer?" Would they taste salty like the sea? Perhaps like fish?
Thal turns her gaze back to Asta. "Have you ever tried demigod?" She doubts it, having felt very clearly how strong they can be as Hadama flattened her; however, it makes her wonder about the other races, especially one so closely related to the gods. Or would that piss off the gods?
In the midst of her other musings, another thought comes to mind, feeling oddly personal despite not really caring. She takes a casual bite of the meat as she asks, "What about a Mer?" Would they taste salty like the sea? Perhaps like fish?
Thalassa
