[ She pulls one of the crispy little morsels free and stares at it dubiously. Here is the cruel and terrifying Queen of Attolia, sniffing a dead grasshopper in a park. Will wonders never cease? ]
True, we do not flavor the insects in our prisons.
[ She holds it before his lips. Here, husband. A gift. ]
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True, we do not flavor the insects in our prisons.
[ She holds it before his lips. Here, husband. A gift. ]