Abe stared down his dinner with concern. The dinner refused to give him the same courtesy.

Normally Abe's unique digestive system made eating meat a near impossibility. Eggs were lovely, and he had an herbivorous range slightly outside that of humans (he'd lived on kelp for several days and suffered no ill effects), but meat was right out and fish he avoided on general principle. Still, he was human now, and hungry, and the alternative was setting out into the deadly hallways without anything in his stomach. Common sense won out over squick.

With the cautiousness and grace of a bomb defuser, Abe delicately poked his fork into the steak and began to cut off a small chunk. When it was carefully removed and the steak refrained from exploding or attacking his face in revenge for its slain ancestors, he lifted it to eye level on his fork and took it into his mouth.

The texture was bizarre, the flavor reminded him vaguely of salad dressing mixed with the scent of blood, but his gag reflex didn't kick in upon contact and he managed to chew and swallow the piece of meat with little trouble.

"Not bad," Abe commented to himself, pleased with his discovery that meat was tasty. He went in for another bite.