But really, how is something with a face full of tentacles supposed to eat soup? You are among the guests splattered in its determined attempt, and are stuck with the stains for the rest of the evening.
You keep it simple, sticking to the basic implements and their order. It copies you carefully, just tasting enough of each dish for the look of the thing. […]
Which is nice, but not as nice as the bag of amber that arrives […]
