The tribe's beastmen never eat these innards and offal, considering them very dirty; they just throw them away.
She's actually going to make a dish out of this?
And eat it herself...
Kian Sterling only feels a sudden pang in his stomach, and his gaze at her is indescribable.
Luna Sutton doesn't know what he has in mind, but she can guess a thing or two from his expression.
She doesn't mind, and explains with a smile: "Kian, don't be put off by the foul smell of pig offal; once cleaned properly, it's delicious. I promise you'll want more after trying it."
Kian's mouth twitches again; it's really hard to imagine how these smelly pig innards could taste good.
Inside, he's skeptical.
After all, he's a Fox-Beast, with an inherently sensitive nose very attuned to various smells.
How is he supposed to stomach something that smells so rank?
If this were in the past, he'd have walked away by now, not bothering to say another word to her.
