[ it isn't. don reclines in her beanbag, hands folded over her stomach as if she was just talking about the weather. admittedly like, ill weather, she's nonchalant but disapproving of it. ]

It is said they have a most peculiar practice there, where aspiring chefs hope to find the final, most true flavor in life -- they use the highest quality ingredients, techniques long passed through lineages, all to prepare that which they consider the ultimate delicacy... the flesh of their fellow being. That is the lay about it, but I have heard from an ally of mine the more disturbing details of their particular hobby, if thee have a strong stomach -- the sort of preparation methods they employ, for example.