[ Trevor finally manages to make the numbers read 375 and the oven begins to pre-heat, freeing him to turn and lean back against the counter to look at Godric. He flaps one hand as if waiving the compliment away -- it's certainly not something he's used to getting. ]

Sometimes, one tires of tavern slop and manages a hunt that deserves better. This is processed bug meat, of course, but hopefully it won't be too different.

[ Also it cooks to tender much faster than venison would, an unexpected benefit. It should be done about when the bread is. ]

How was your day?