Chicken. Ah, well. It was too much to expect red meat twice in one day, anyway, so white would have to do. Chicken was better suited to the way they over-cooked things here, anyway. And it had been a good day, with a busy night ahead, so Farfarello found he wasn't in any mood to complain about the mediocre food.

Roland didn't seem to be around yet. Which reminded Farfarello--even though his roommate had been taken a couple nights back, presumably for his demon side again, there hadn't been any interesting vomit the morning after. How unfortunate. More claws would have been nice.