Ivan pulled some tried, disgusting-looking brown leather out of the vending machine - apparently it was the response to his request for beefy jerky. He sniffed and made a face. And then, because he was hungry, Ivan ate it anyway. It was like....salty leather. He considered. He shrugged. And then he went in search of mugs for the tea.
__________________  Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator  If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |