I can’t eat this,” moaned Mick. “I need something that’s been hunted and killed, preferably tortured first…” “I could hack up your food, if it helps, maybe stomp on it a bit?” said Carolyn, with a cheeky grin. “You’re teasing me,” Mick turned towards her and narrowed his eyes. “You obviously haven’t heard about the Elven girl I killed.” Carolyn laughed silently and swatted him on the shoulder, “Silly boy. Don’t look at the hostesses like that either, they’re not edible!