"I've never had guinea pig before. Is it good?"

"In my opinion."

"Of course you've had guinea pig."

They butcher and enpot the rest of the guinea pigs, to various effects. The pot with the fava beans in it starts boiling over and Tazich smoothly fills several giant glass columns [ that were maybe for hydroponics or growing large plants ]. People generally start looking at Somayyeh with a kind of vaguely impatient, are we underway and free to start eating? look.

" . . . May the offering be of such use as the goddess of appetites intended."

May that use be as meat.

"Smells delicious. You guys are the most hospitable death cultists I've ever met. Also the only death cultists I've ever met."

. . . yes, Tazich, you have to give her a guinea pig. But what if this is going too easy on her to start

"Wait, she doesn't have any arms -- never mind, I'll feed her." She feels like an idiot. She also feels hungry.

She starts pulling huge groundfruits out of the bag of holding. Several go in one of the pots, but Ran takes the knife that's with her dishes, carves wedges out of one, and starts eating them raw. It seems to have a texture between melon and ginger, and smells starchy. Ran thinks to season it after starting.

She descends upon the giant dead winged wolf, relaxing into a desperate, feral stance, and tugging it bodily several feet toward herself into the reception area, before disappearing herself and its neck area under a parachute-like flash of cloak.

Whine.

Growl.

Whine.

People watch Teg's area alertly for an odd fraction of a minute, for signs of the tip into feeding frenzy. It's hard to remember to treat the giant wolf, for vampire safety purposes, as if it were a human corpse and had that much live-ammunition gravity. But that's how dangerous it is.

"Wow, I don't even think most monarchs have their servants do that for them! And definitely not by sexy muscular tieflings, me-ow." Fuck it, she's being kidnapped and used as some kind of test subject by cultists, all social taboos are out the window at this point. Well, except the one about complimenting women on the size of their bellies. If this lady actually is into her, that one might put her off.

Grrrrrwhiiine??

<Message@Katie>[ through clenched teeth ] "I think she likes you. Like, in an eat-y way. Probably best not to talk until she's done."</Message>

Well, she has company in that.

She makes an impassive face at Katie.

<Message@Ran> "The vampire? Are they more inclined to eat people they like? I'm not exactly an expert." </Message>

<Message@Katie>"Well, it's antibodies, again, kinda. She has appetite antibodies to the rest of us. You're fresh blood."</Message>

The truly absurd amounts of dried meat, starches, and fruit start coming out of the bag and going on tarps vaguely around the center of the ritual circle.

She starts packing up the last of their haul of the instruments, and a few of the potions.

What the hell.

She pulls out two of the guinea pigs, dunks one in cold water and starts eating one sort of like a hot dog herself, and carries the second one over to Katie.

Then realizes she should probably at least salt and cumin it, because there's no way Katie is as hungry as she is.

Then she holds it near Katie's mouth, smiling. She's still eating the other with her other hand. Enjoying it a lot.

Chomp. "Not gonna season your own? Not very Evil of you to treat your captives better than you treat yourself."

"Mphghngry." There is a world of emphasis behind the word.

Chomp. "Fair enough. I happen to like a woman with an appetite." That can't get her in trouble, can it?

She looks her up and down, most of the way done with her own guinea pig. Katie has taken two bites.

"Mgh you ngmneed to mgheat."

Blush. "Y-yes ma'am." She begins chomping faster. "Ugh, I hate having to eat around the bones."

She rotates the creature so that its boneless flank is in Katie's face, presses it in, and raises her eyebrows.