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<blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 4933351" data-attributes="member: 41485">Cassilda walks over to Rhiannon, takes a pinch of salmon-colored powder from the jar, and sprinkles it over the crickets.&nbsp;&quot;Oh, no, they are very much alive, and not an infestation at all,&quot; Cassilda explains. &quot;But you need to keep them sprinkled with a special fungal powder, or they start hopping and flying around.&quot;&nbsp;Cassilda grins as she adds, &quot;I'm surprised you do not recognize the lazy cricket. It is an elvish dish, after all. Our supplier is in the bazaar, a gentleman named Silistrax. It is quite difficult to raise this many crickets in the city, but he does love the meal. Here, let me show you...&quot;&nbsp;Cassilda picks up a cricket. The insect moves slowly in her grasp, only barely comprehending its surroundings. &quot;You rub it back here, let its wings spread. You pluck the wings out, like this. The wings are possibly the most delicate meat you can taste, they are thinner than paper, or phyllo, yet they do not melt in your mouth. You'll taste some of the powder--it's a tingling sensation on your lips. Break off the back legs. Eat them now, or save them for later. This leaves the fat body ready for the main course. Stick the end in your mouth, and suck hard--the innards pop right out, like this!&quot;&nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; *The sacks grips the pipe firmly in its lips, keeping its position solid as it regurgitates its content into the depths below. The man leaves the sack in place, and it stands turgidly on the end of the tube. The man resumes his shuffling down the corridor, which continues to grow tighter and tighter. Skyler figures he would have to turn sideways to get through with his armor...&nbsp;Whether the figure has not yet noticed the police, he continues as if no one watches.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="InVinoVeritas, post: 4933351, member: 41485"] Cassilda walks over to Rhiannon, takes a pinch of salmon-colored powder from the jar, and sprinkles it over the crickets. [COLOR=lime]"Oh, no, they are very much alive, and not an infestation at all,"[/COLOR] Cassilda explains. [COLOR=lime]"But you need to keep them sprinkled with a special fungal powder, or they start hopping and flying around."[/COLOR] Cassilda grins as she adds, [COLOR=lime]"I'm surprised you do not recognize the lazy cricket. It is an elvish dish, after all. Our supplier is in the bazaar, a gentleman named Silistrax. It is quite difficult to raise this many crickets in the city, but he does love the meal. Here, let me show you..."[/COLOR] Cassilda picks up a cricket. The insect moves slowly in her grasp, only barely comprehending its surroundings. [COLOR=lime]"You rub it back here, let its wings spread. You pluck the wings out, like this. The wings are possibly the most delicate meat you can taste, they are thinner than paper, or phyllo, yet they do not melt in your mouth. You'll taste some of the powder--it's a tingling sensation on your lips. Break off the back legs. Eat them now, or save them for later. This leaves the fat body ready for the main course. Stick the end in your mouth, and suck hard--the innards pop right out, like this!"[/COLOR] [center]* * *[/center] The sacks grips the pipe firmly in its lips, keeping its position solid as it regurgitates its content into the depths below. The man leaves the sack in place, and it stands turgidly on the end of the tube. The man resumes his shuffling down the corridor, which continues to grow tighter and tighter. Skyler figures he would have to turn sideways to get through with his armor... Whether the figure has not yet noticed the police, he continues as if no one watches. [/QUOTE]

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