[She loved bear, the few times she'd had the opportunity to have it. Dark and rich, and especially tasty in the autumn... even when it was an unhealthy animal, like the holeless males that became aggressive enough for expert hunters to be called from another village, the greasiness could be cooked out well enough in a stew and...
Wait, no, that wasn't the point of all this, even though the idea of that sort of meal did make her want to salivate. They all but talk over each other in the rush to offer the other something, no, no, not me, what about you?, and then they're both blushing, cheeks warm, though only her fingers are wringing. He insists that it isn't an issue of partiality, that it won't make a difference if it's her food or someone else's, but...]
- What does it taste like?
[She just asks. The worst most people would do is just refuse to answer.]
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[She loved bear, the few times she'd had the opportunity to have it. Dark and rich, and especially tasty in the autumn... even when it was an unhealthy animal, like the holeless males that became aggressive enough for expert hunters to be called from another village, the greasiness could be cooked out well enough in a stew and...
Wait, no, that wasn't the point of all this, even though the idea of that sort of meal did make her want to salivate. They all but talk over each other in the rush to offer the other something, no, no, not me, what about you?, and then they're both blushing, cheeks warm, though only her fingers are wringing. He insists that it isn't an issue of partiality, that it won't make a difference if it's her food or someone else's, but...]
- What does it taste like?
[She just asks. The worst most people would do is just refuse to answer.]