Asher roots through the bag Taylen gave them and pulls out some bread and a little dried meat. "Here," he says, handing it off to May. "We may as well eat something."
May takes the bread gratefully but looks suspiciously at the meat. Asher catches her look. "What's wrong?"
"What is it?"
"Oh," he says. "Um, it's meat. Flesh. You know...from a goat."
Her expression doesn't alter, and Asher realizes she has no idea what he's saying. "Don't your people eat meat?"
"We do eat flesh," she says. "Fish and fowl. Some men liked roasting lizards when they could catch them." She wrinkled her nose, as if remembering a bad smell. "Are goats lizards?"
Asher laughs in spite of himself. "No," he says. "They're...I tell you what, just try the meat and see if you like it. If we pass any goats while we're traveling I'll point them out to you."
Tacitly agreeing, May brings the strip of meat to her mouth and takes a small bite. Her eyes widen a little in surprise when her teeth fail to sink in, and then narrow as she tears at it. At last she rips off a piece and chews. "It...has spice," she says with some surprise.
Asher nods. "What do you think?"
She swallows. "I like it."
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