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Raven's face scrunched a little bit when Lagan revealed his taste for insects. But it cleared quickly. She didn't want to judge him, especially not when they were actually a great alternative source of protein. She just couldn't imagine eating them herself. There were too many wings and legs involved; she could just imagine them getting stuck in her throat. Actually, the mere idea made her nearly gag, though she masked it with a genuine chuckle.

"Do you have a favorite kind of bug to eat?" she couldn't help but humor him. In response to his silent request for direction, she just as mutely gestured at a nearby thicket where there was plenty of underbrush to sift through. "Like when you say tasty, what exactly did you have in mind?" she questioned even as she began to nose around in the leaf litter.