“Tasty,” they chime in unison, sniffing as they weave around each other and Fiona. With a darting motion, Tallulah snatches a piece.
“Hey,” Fiona shouts, but her distraction allows Bhoomi to do the same.
“Stop!” she commands, “We can share.”
“Now see here, fine ladies,” a voice bellows from nearby. Turning, they see a squat, red faced man stood by three barrels is addressing them. “A feast for the mind, to accompany your meal. See here, three barrels: one of babble, the second empty, the third of sense. Which has most use? Let a choosing commence.”
