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"Centipede!" Lagan answered immediately. Almost every kind of bug was crunchy, but not the humble centipede. Sure, it had an exoskeleton like other insects, but it went down like a noodle, with thousands of tinier noodles all along its body. Some of his other favourites were caterpillars and earthworms, but neither of them provided that strange, almost-furry-but-not sensation that the centipede did. They all tasted about the same, though, a kind of mix between sour and dirt.

"It just feels so funny," he elaborated as he thrust his head into the bare bushes and rooted around for something interesting. The only thing he could find was a cracked acorn, which he procured with surprisingly gentle teeth and held up for Raven's inspection.