Faw's mouth curls up into a smile as he sees Ralph fidgeting at the food. The fork still in his hand, he prepares to crack open the big red beetle.
"I thought you were born in Huit-land. I’m guessing the food made you leave?”
Nimbly, he flips the fork to point it downward and points it towards the cleft in the middle of the beetle’s shell, aiming to pierce the chitinous armor in one swift strike.
“I wouldn’t know why you would, though. Huit cuisine is delicious.”
The muscles in his arm contract as the neurons fire, swinging his forearm at the shell with what seems like the speed of a bullet. The metal prongs of the fork penetrate the shell of the beetle straight on in the middle of it, cracking the entire sphere of chitin lengthwise alongside the cleft, with a sound not unlike a crab’s shell cracking bursting from the bug. Steam shoots out for a moment, before Faw levers the fork like a crowbar to break open the two parts of the shell. Inside is a off-white meat, looking similar to crab of lobster in texture or consistency, but possessing a tint of creamy brown. Faw jabs his fork into the mass of meat and tears off a hearty chunk of it, looks at it, savoring the gracefulness of the meat with his eyes, before dipping it down in the salsa, painting it red, and putting it in his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring the first real meal he’s had in a month. As he’s chewing he looks over at Gus.
Faw’s face seemed to morph into one of contentment and satisfaction before he turned to Gus. “Want a bite?” Faw asked. “Don’t worry, there’s more where this came from. No worries about wasting it, so have all you want!"
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