He is not sure how bad the flesh of an uncooked slug would be but he is certain that it will be slimy thanks to the mucus that its previous owner produced in copious amounts due to fear at the moment of death.
He chuckled to himself. "There is probably no amount of seasoning that can make that taste good."
Then he returned to eating his delicious food. He thought that would be the end of the tantrum but he was wrong. Their guide didn't ignore the hatchling. Instead, the Sovereign of law went over to the hatchling and placated him.
"Is it that bad?"
The hatchling nodded while sniffling pitifully. He managed to speak through his tears, "It tastes very bad. Very bad. Do I still have to eat it?"
