Napoleon slowly lowered the fork full of steak back to the plate and glared at Illya.
“It’s what?”
“I don’t see what your problem is with it,” the Russian replied, continuing to shovel the meat into his mouth. “You’ve eaten such things, and worse, while on assignment.”
“We’re not on assignment,” Solo countered. “When you invited me out for traditional Russian food, I didn’t expect this.”
“It’s eaten all the time in Siberia,” Illya told him. “It’s used the same way you use cows.”
“I know that,” Napoleon practically wailed. “But it just isn’t right to eat reindeer around Christmas."
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“It’s what?”
“I don’t see what your problem is with it,” the Russian replied, continuing to shovel the meat into his mouth. “You’ve eaten such things, and worse, while on assignment.”
“We’re not on assignment,” Solo countered. “When you invited me out for traditional Russian food, I didn’t expect this.”
“It’s eaten all the time in Siberia,” Illya told him. “It’s used the same way you use cows.”
“I know that,” Napoleon practically wailed. “But it just isn’t right to eat reindeer around Christmas."
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Date: 2015-12-10 11:42 am (UTC)I love it too, just not at Christmas.