Blackbeak Bluff Haggis for Algernon

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"A seal? It smelled bad, but it did not taste that much worse," Merlin shrugged, staring down at the mess in disdain, but some primal part of his brain actually suggested to vacuum this up, because food was food, no matter, how sick it made you on one end of the gastrointestinal track or the other. 

"Juniper berries?" he scratched behind his ear, trying to remember, if he had ever heard about a thing about them, but - no - he did not even know, if them were edible. "Well, I doubt it will make me any sicker than this goo. Except..." his brow furrowed and he eyed the guy somewhat suspiciously. "How do I know that you are not going to poison me? I would like to survive for a bit longer, you know," he told. "Got all the future ahead of me and that stuff."