[on a normal day, the amount of meat in those fried nuggets would not be enough to really satisfy anyone's hunger... but under the influence of a little Rapture, the texture is fascinating. crispy, cold. the seeds are dry and light and hollow. the meat inside tastes a little fishy, has a flaky sort of texture, except for when it is suddenly a little denser and potentially from an entirely different animal.

Tonic laughs at the joke, still having to cover his mouth, and then coughs a little so as not to choke on his food.]

Someday, darling, what we should really do... [he looks and leans to the side, suddenly remembering that he also wanted to light candles--and brings several of them back to the table as he talks.] Is go somewhere, order a bunch of different little plates, and then get high. Ugh...

[it's a disgusted sound, but only because it sounds like paradise. he pops another nugget into his mouth before lighting a match.]

It'd be so expensive... But so worth it...