Gilded Bay this is our party, we can do what we want

Aditya seemed to share Dash's enthusiasm, which was heartening. 

"Cheers." Dash nudged one of the halves toward Aditya in offering. 

He pushed his paw down on his own half, pressing it into the packed sand to steady it. He took a curious sniff. What an odd meat-- it smelled savory, sure, but also a bit fruity. It was also a strange color for meat: a bright, glossy white, like fresh snow. 

Dash licked. It was most definitely not meat, and he reared back a little bit in distaste. After a moment though, when he had a chance to adjust to the disappointment, he realized that the aftertaste on his tongue really wasn't all that bad. He leaned forward and took another lick. He then took another, and then a small, nibbling bite. 

"Doesn't suck," Dash noted after he swallowed, bringing his gaze back up to Aditya. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, still reacting to the flavor. "Pretty good, I guess, for meat that I don't have to chase down." That was definitely an upside.