Blacktail Deer Plateau backyard at night

The buffet only got better. Pura barely had a chance to taste the insect stew before Osprey Jr. heaved a clot of sour-smelling puke onto the ground. It looked a little bit like the pulpy take-away meals Uncle Perry and the other adults brought home for dinner, but the smell wasn't right. This had spent much longer in Junior's belly, and the acid had turned it into something entirely less appealing.

Pura didn't know that, though, and bravely shoved his freckled maw into the mess. This was followed by an explosion of movement and a wail of "NOOOOO. NO NO." Pura Virtúte scuttled backwards, pawing desperately at his own face. The hydrochloric acid burned his nostrils, and the taste was nothing like the gourmet meals that Peregrine produced. "YUCKY," he roared at Junior, hugely displeased with her efforts in the kitchen, "NO NOM NOM."