Diana has recently moved back home and Calypso has opted not to leave just yet. That means we once again have a full house. It's been a bit of a re-adjustment. It's a strange thing to have a house full of alleged adults who have spent most of their lives together but who now have to figure out new ways of relating to each other. Of course we're all on our own schedules and we don't always get to sit down to a meal together but when we do things like this happen. Isaac posed the following questions:
you, armed only with your own bare hands, prefer to fight off 100 duck-sized horses or a single horse-sized duck? Assume in either scenario
that the creatures are intending to kill you.
Cat or dog for dinner? Assume rotisserie preparation.
Chocolate-flavored poop or poop-flavored chocolate? Assume the danger of some god awful infection is eliminated. You may chose which creature provides the poop.
The negotiation of terms regarding each choice was specific and debate around the table was quite vigorous. I mean really, even in a large herd mini horses don't seem all that terrifying to me though Isaac says their ability to bite should not be underestimated. The issue as to whether the cat or dog had been a pet, was feral, or was farmed was also discussed. Various breeds were also considered with regard to taste, ease of preparation, and overall meat yield. There was extensive conversation as to the poop and chocolate issue which resulted in the agreement that the poop was somehow devoid of it's disease-bearing qualities. In retrospect we should have spelled out whether or not the poop-flavoring was all natural or artificial. Such is the dinner conversation a House of Lime when the gang's all here. Apparently some things never change.
If you think that's disgusting, at least we are more productive in our discussions than Congress is in theirs.