As much as I'm going to miss Scout, she needs to meet the rest of her family, even if it's where the dead reside...
“Well, to be honest, I’ve never met the chef,” — then he whispered, — “and I don’t want to.” He winked. In a firmer tone he added, “In all the time I’ve worked for Victor, I’d only eaten here a handful of times and never saw the creature who made it. The only dish I ate was this one,” — he pointed at brown balls that looked like cooked dough. “I’m not sure what you call it, but it’s like a savory donut. Inside, it’s loaded with vegetables and cheese. Those dishes over there,” — he pointed at the one that looked like a strangled grilled chicken, — “skinned peacock with stuffed baby snakes. When you slice the bird open, the baby snakes gush out and slither into your lap. That,” — he pointed at something brown and slimy, reminding me of fried livers, — “mashed mermaid brains. Those are pixie-stix.” The tray he pointed at looked like a deep-fried frog dish with legs sticking in different directions. “And you know the eyeball soup over there, and that’s the quiche Minotaur balls.” – River
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