Emet-Selch glances at the nearby kitchen staff. They busily prepare food and one of them walks by with a tray of bite-sized fish Hors d'oeuvre. "Ah." He scoops up the tray in a single graceful movement and sets it down in front of Gray - Much to the chagrin of the servant. "This will do nicely." He says optimistically.

"I know our assignment was to cook using the supplies we gathered, but there is nothing that requires us to suffer its taste." So he picks up the little morsel and snacks away!