[ gross. the way this ‘meatloaf’ is described does not make it sound appetising and daylight's thoughts are shown when he's unable to hold back the wrinkling of his nose, the scrunching up of his face.

again, gross. ]

Why are the people here so— [ he stops himself, not wanting to talk behind the backs of the people here if they're standing behind him, able to overhear it. ] —creative and risky when it comes to their food? I don't think a simple hors d'oeuvre would kill them.

Well... Thanks for the heads up, buddy, I'll definitely be avoiding that. and oh! [ that kind of reminds him something: ] Daylight. Daylight vis Lornlit. Nice to meet you.