Spugnior, sitting to the side, alone in his thoughts up until now, no doubt worrying himself about the awkward conversation that will ensure later this afternoon when he must return the loaned horse and cart back to the trading post without it's rider and without a cache of weapons and gear suddenly turns his attention to the conversation, perhaps to distract himself for a moment. "Mmm, yes, it has been a rather physically taxing day thus far, hasn't it. I've worked up quite an appetite myself, now that you've mentioned it...
"I cannot speak for the Wench's chicken dishes myself, tough no doubt they're just as delightfull as everything else that I've ordered from the kitchen. But if it's fowl and poultry you want, I must tell you a story:
"The very first night I arrived here in Hommlet, I entered the inn quite late and was very famished. After securing my sleeping accommodations for the evening I asked if by chance their kitchen stayed open twenty-four-seven. To my great disappointment, and with a stomach in noisy protest, I was told the kitchen does not in fact stay open all evening.
"I was ready to accept that I would have to wait until breakfast to finally fill my stomach when innkeeper's wife, seeing my great disappointment, suggested their 'Game Fowl Sausages', for they would be of little effort to warm one or two and eat with a slice of folded bread!
"I tell you, the sausages of that inn are unlike anything I've ever tasted! The meat itself, I believe is simply a ground amalgamation of scrapmeat from whatever local fowl are caught that week and left unused in other dishes the inn serves, but my goodness they are delightful!
"Even better, Gilly, if I might try and persuade you away from fowl and poultry altogether and more along the track of seafood, I must advise you that the inn serves the most amazing dinner of boiled crayfish in drawn butter I've ever tasted! The crayfish themselves are freshly caught, directly from the Velverdyva River running through town here, and are given a good boil with any number of seasonings added to the brine they cook in! And a finely diced dash of fresh garlic is added to the butter, itself churned just that morning.
"You simply must try it, Gilly! I must insist, in fact! This evening, even; on my coin!"
