[It's almost like a play in three acts, all across the herm's expressive face. First was a vague acknowledgement, as the comment was half heard and registered. Then, suspicion dawned as little bits of information start clicking together - a puzzle working out of little dates, information... the deplorable state of the tech, the year, abundant resources ...
.......................... everything on here is meat. Slaughterhouse meat. Even the potatoes boast of bacon and...................
They snap their menu shut, the stare across the table was so impressively flat.]
no subject
.......................... everything on here is meat. Slaughterhouse meat. Even the potatoes boast of bacon and...................
They snap their menu shut, the stare across the table was so impressively flat.]
Salad.