“We need a meal here,” I told him.

“What might you prefer, sir?” the porter asked.

“Flesh. Beef or fish, preferably, and as recently slaughtered as possible.
It doesn’t have to have been cooked, just oiled and salted and sliced thinly.”
Ana paused as she turned the page, a smile playing at the edges of her
mouth. “You’re beginning to know me well, boy."

- The Tainted Cup, Chapter 32 pgs. 289-290