Unless you “eat like the locals,” can you ever truly experience another culture?
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Sixteen: Fisher Folk and Naims (Cont’d)
Previously: Preparing to fill their grumbling stomachs, Zack and Gina had nearly forgotten their mission.
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“Gina!” Zack whispered urgently, “We still gotta find the you-know-what!”
“What? Oh! Right!” Gina turned to the fisher folk and said, “There’s something we really have to—”
“Nay, cheldings,” Shelcor replied. “Eat first.”
The Screaming Spiffwit’s innkeeper greeted Maerith and Shelcor by name, and then welcomed the two “sea whelps,” Zack and Gina. He set down a platter piled with silvery raw shellfish. He also placed a big brick of mottled orange and yellow cheese before them, and a wooden bowl piled high with dried bread and burbeedup, a sweet-sour curd made from Kellish flax-berries (burbees). “The meeth’s fresh-brewed,” he said…
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