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Chapter 20 Invini and Athel Eating Namecaller
Athel took another bite of meat and nodded in satisfaction. She didn’t know how he had done it, but somehow Alder had managed to find the perfect seasonings and apply them, even though he had never prepared this kind of animal before. She decided that he had a skill that went beyond mere training, he had natural talent.
"I must say," Invini began as he held up a bite of meat in front of his mouth, "your crew has been the most pleasant surprise to me."
"Not at all what you imagined when you read the Navy pamphlets, eh?" Athel commented as she shielded the sun from her eyes with her hand.
There was silence for a moment as the three of them sat quietly on the grass. Invini looked at the meat in his hand fearfully, but did not put it into his mouth. Athel groaned and laid herself down on the ground.
"Is there a problem?" the director asked, finally.
"I can't eat this," Invini mumbled uneasily. "I...I shouldn't have to eat this. You can't...m-make me eat this."
"We're going to lose the light if we don't finish the shot soon," the director explained. "I'm an fruitinian, we don't eat meat, you should respect that."
"We have respected it, Invini," we already took two hours and found a tofu substitute for you. You are holding tofu in your hand."
"Tofu is murder too, you know!" Invini insisted. "I don't kill things!"
"Sure you do," the director yelled. "You are killing this scene!”
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