Morningside Cuesta Fishbones ain't wishbones

Merlin was about to exclaim that he does know people, who could teach him, but the light of recognition dwindled as soon as the realization hit in the he had no idea, who they were. It was odd - he was sure that he knew, that feeling was very real opposed to the spells of hallucinations he had suffered from months after his injury. But no faces or names came forward. Completely blank.

"Sorry, no," he shook his head. The offer of food was so very tempting, he felt his mouth water at the thought of a meal right within his reach. But then his pride stepped in and accused him of cheating. If he had survived this long, he had to keep on going. Even if it meant going hungry for few more days. And only after all of the options had been exhausted, he would remember the offer. "Nah, thank you! That does not go well with my... complicated belief system. Eating food of others - that is. No offence," he shook his head. 

"But we can go look for something - maybe if there are two us, we might get lucky?" he suggested.