I must say this Nick Brooke fellow has it all wrong when he states baldly that we Lunars take "muck" and serve it to our friends in mockery of the "good, honest" food that the Sartarites serve at their table. Good Glowing Goddess, Sir, do you honestly think that soggy oats in a sheep's bladder, breaded herring, or a charred, week-old leg of mutton, are an improvement over hummingbird tongues in aspic, snails in lemon butter, or a delectable plate of broiled eel in imtheran honey, or, and I must slaver as I think of this delightful dish, newtling tail in sable butter sauce from our new lands in the zola fel? I admit, some dishes go too far. I cannot bear the prospect of walktapus, not because it tastes bad, but because it inevitably makes a second appearance on my plate, or would if I didn't flee to the vomitorium after that course along with most of my fellow diners. It is for this reason that I believe that the recent walktapus fad was introduced by sartarite converts who secretly agitated against the rule of the benevolent goddess. They wish to reduce our rich tables to the pitiful poverty of their own poor pickings.
Yours Gustatoriously,
Lorenus of Harandash
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