Emberwood hellbender

Masque rejected the mushroom, and Phox shrugged with a grin. To each their own, he said. He wasn't about to force somebody into eating something they didn't want. As for himself... well, he supposed he'd gotten used to all sorts of strange food over the past year. He'd always been more of a strict meat eater, but something about prey being harder to catch made the easy stuff taste all the better. Phox could only eat so much half-rotted meat before he lost his appetite for it. At least the plants and mushrooms didn't upset his stomach like the really rotted meat had on occasion.

Sounds like a deal to me, Phox replied when they offered to hunt for him. He wouldn't pass up an opportunity at some fresh, warm meat, especially when he felt he had earned it fair and square.