Huh. He learned something new every day, or some shit. He'd never tried anything cooked with lightning before, at least, or considered how the electricity would affect its taste. His own meat tended to come from less magical means of murder; even the magical reach of his dagger only produced mundane stab wounds in the creatures it punctured; no different than if he'd stabbed them up close and personal, or used a spear.
"I'll have to try it grilled sometime," he decided philosophically, willing to try any food once. And more than once, if the options were that or starving.
He watched Sah walking around curiously; it reminded him a little of the dogs looking for the best place for a lie-down and he hid a grin. The Jester was helping him out, after all and--
Oop. There the companions went, chasing each other down the beach and safely out of the way. Boreal was in the lead with the Hel he'd killed in her mouth trailing feathers, but Pad looked just about to snatch it when--
The crash of thunder drew his attention back to Sah and he whistled in reluctant admiration at the neat circle. "Not half bad. Remind me never to stand next to you in a storm," he teased, kneeling to crack free a section of the glass with the hilt of his dagger for easier transport. "This is plenty, thanks! Now, about that drink..."
~Fin~
"I'll have to try it grilled sometime," he decided philosophically, willing to try any food once. And more than once, if the options were that or starving.
He watched Sah walking around curiously; it reminded him a little of the dogs looking for the best place for a lie-down and he hid a grin. The Jester was helping him out, after all and--
Oop. There the companions went, chasing each other down the beach and safely out of the way. Boreal was in the lead with the Hel he'd killed in her mouth trailing feathers, but Pad looked just about to snatch it when--
The crash of thunder drew his attention back to Sah and he whistled in reluctant admiration at the neat circle. "Not half bad. Remind me never to stand next to you in a storm," he teased, kneeling to crack free a section of the glass with the hilt of his dagger for easier transport. "This is plenty, thanks! Now, about that drink..."
~Fin~
