Realm of Randomness

"Pizza makes me nauseous. Got anything else?"

He walks into the kitchens, looking around slowly, moving on the balls of his feet.

Anything he wants to eat appears.

"Hmmm.... GRAFFISK! YUM!"

Saranda wanders around in her cat form, her collar jingling.

"Kitty want some Graffisk?"

Saranda meows, as if asking what it is.

"Well, you take raw herring, put it in an airtight barrel, bury it, and dig it up in six months. It's very fishy."

She licks her lips.

He scoops some into a bowl, and sets it in front of her. The smell nearly causes her to pass out.

Actually, it does. Her collar jingles as she falls over.

Loup shakes his head, laughing. "Oh, she should have asked what Graffisk meant." He scoops himself some and digs in.

Saranda comes to after a moment, and hides from the bowl.

"MMM. It's quite good, kitty."

She hisses.
((Heh heh.... Quick warning- Don't take off her collar.))

"Alright, how about some nice smoked salmon?"
((I kind of want to, now. Is it like in Lirael?))

She meows.
((Depends, what happens in Lirael?))

He puts some in a saucer for her.
((More like Sabriel, but she takes off the cat's collar, and it becomes basically a demonic from of pure energy.))

She eats it, happily.
((Nope. That's not what happens.))

"That better than Graffisk?"
((Have you read any of the Sabriel series?))

She nods.
((No...))

"That's good. Want to know what Graffisk means?"
((You should. You'd like it.))

She nods again, her collar jingling.
((Well... Actually, maybe you can take her collar off.))

"It means: 'Grave Fish.' It's a Scandinavian delicacy. Would you like the collar off for a little bit?"