Is it? Perfect! [DING-DING-DING, CORRECT ANSWER, MINATO. The Holy Chicken™ comes closer with each step, and if the smell wasn't good enough before, it's incredible now. Trust a fox wife to know exactly how to roast a chicken to perfection, make sure every bite of meat is worthy of sinking your teeth into and you RIP IT TO PIECES... with a fork and knife, of course.
Gotta practice good table manners, after all. (Even if she's going to be eating with her hands, still.)
When she sets it down, suddenly, her crow barrels into the room. Do crows have a sense of smell? Birds actually don't, but apparently, this one does. It flies, straight for the chicken, at light speed. LIGHT SPEED. IS IT GONNA HIT? IS IT GONNA SLAM INTO THE CHICKEN?!
Tamamo reflexively whacks her Carrier away instead, and it falls onto the ground with a painful thud. O-ouch.]
Eat up! It's been too long since I've had a whole chicken to work with. Thank you so very much!
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Gotta practice good table manners, after all. (Even if she's going to be eating with her hands, still.)
When she sets it down, suddenly, her crow barrels into the room. Do crows have a sense of smell? Birds actually don't, but apparently, this one does. It flies, straight for the chicken, at light speed. LIGHT SPEED. IS IT GONNA HIT? IS IT GONNA SLAM INTO THE CHICKEN?!
Tamamo reflexively whacks her Carrier away instead, and it falls onto the ground with a painful thud. O-ouch.]
Eat up! It's been too long since I've had a whole chicken to work with. Thank you so very much!
[You can have the first bite. Go ahead, Minato.]