Johann guided his grandson into a private room, where a few typical dishes from the region had already been served. Among them was a Royale Consommé and a Wildbraten—roasted game meat. In this case, it seemed to be wild boar. Francisco examined the dish with curiosity; it looked like a pig, but with two large tusks jutting out from its mouth.
Seeing his interest, Johann chuckled."That's wild boar. I hunted it myself just for this dinner. The beast weighed two hundred kilos." He spoke with visible pride.
Francisco nodded, intrigued."So this is what a wild boar looks like… it does resemble a pig a bit, doesn't it?"
Johann raised an eyebrow."You've never seen one? Weren't you born in Spain?"
Francisco nodded again."I was, but mostly to keep my status as an Iberian in New Granada. Criollos have slightly lower standing than peninsulares. Once my mother recovered enough for the journey, we returned to New Granada."
Johann frowned."Isn't it a real pain to make things so complicated?"
