[Mars seats herself next to the blonde, peeling off her own gloves and reaching cautiously for a bite. Her attention is fixed on Venus's reaction though, and it's with some trepidation that she takes her own first bite...and groans internally.]
This...is foul.
[She swallows, makes a face, and goes for the salt in her bag. And some of the other dried herbs there too, ones that are edible.]
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This...is foul.
[She swallows, makes a face, and goes for the salt in her bag. And some of the other dried herbs there too, ones that are edible.]
Maybe we can salvage it.