““Cecily peers at the murky grey liquid and frowns at a cube of meat that's floating against the rim. "What was this in a past life?" she asks. "Pigeons and a field rabbit," Reed says. "Hunted them down myself." "He's an excellent shot," Linden says. "Can you eat pigeons, though?" Cecily falls back into her chair, looking a mix of disgusted and curious. "You can eat just about anything," Reed says, dumping a ladleful into her bowl.””
