36 According to Plan

So the thing was, I had never tried boar. I hadn't any idea how it tasted and after looking at the source, I didn't want to know either.

"Why aren't you eating?" Reynard whispered as he cut into his slice of meat. "Is it undercooked?" He inspected his own portion by stabbing it and shrugged when he realized it was fine. 

"It's not that..." I whispered back, aware of all the eyes on me. When Faustine had finished filling everyone's plates, she saw me hesitating and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

Faustine smiled. "Everything alright, dear?" 

I smiled back, hoping my expression gave nothing away.