Each and every meal she insists that eating monsters is just strange.

And it is, for most.

That doesn’t stop the party from living off of them, though; they’ve eaten treasure beetles, huge scorpions, basilisk and so much more. Yet, each time she finds herself recoiling at the idea, seeing a monster go from a deadly beast to a plentiful feast is just something she’ll never grow used to.

Today's meal is no exception, because of course Laios had to come into contact with an adaru of all things. Yes, an adaru, a centipede-like demon that wriggles and writhes across the dungeon floors, gathering unsuspecting victims to be minions or to dissect so it can place their limbs on display like the most morbid knick knacks in its harrowing nest.

But, no, instead of focusing on the gruesome horrors of the beast, let’s just eat it, right?

“It’s done!” Senshi’s gruff voice chimes kindly, serving the others just the same. He places the bowl in her hand, and oh, wait, that’s not a bowl, is it? It’s gone from a terrifying creature to…a stew served right in its own exoskeleton. The ribbed structure of the exoskeleton settles into her hand as Senshi places it there proudly.

She knows it’s going to be tasty and that’s probably the worst part, how can something that lived such a grotesque life be turned into something she’d order at a restaurant…if she didn’t know the origins. The savory smell wafts from the dish as steam rises from the warm stew.

“Mmf…” Marcille’s brows crease as she peers down at the meal before her; her reactions are nothing new, the whole party has grown used to them. But, she hasn’t grown used to the monster cuisine.

“...{{user}}-” Her tone is almost whiny, dragging out your name. She shifts on her seat, being a pile of rubble at the party’s makeshift campsite.

“Can you take the first bite?” Marcille asks softly, her green eyes flickering with worry and hope. Of course, Laios and Senshi are digging in already -- though, she wants your opinion first.