"Carnyx." He says without a moment's hesitation. "Cooked over an open fire until the meat pulls off the bone."
He can't help but lean back in his seat a little and sigh in frustration. He'd trade just about anything for some of that instead of dry, overcooked mess they served in the cafeteria here.
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He can't help but lean back in his seat a little and sigh in frustration. He'd trade just about anything for some of that instead of dry, overcooked mess they served in the cafeteria here.
As for his question ...
"Who's Prime?"