Words of the Constant
Reward for a long day's work.
You look like you've enjoyed many a fine meal.
Sleep well, Monsieur.
What feasts she must have...
I'm not looking for trouble, mon amie.
Sleep well, mon amie.
I hope he doesn't guess how much I like roast pig.
I'll just sneak by.
Greetings!
I can't help but think he'd look good in a nice glaze...
Ah! Someone to appreciate my baking!
I wish him only the sweetest dreams.
Crackling!
Sure to deliver sweet dreams.
I wonder what it means?
I should spring for some gluten-free, grass-fed, organic chicken.
It's been flambed!
That's a tall tower!
Fried!
It would look better as a restaurant.
I believe it says "Light fires."
I wonder what the kitchen is like.
Clearly a food loving culture dwelled here.
The vegetation is everywhere.
I do not have a good feeling about that.
Those look old.
Perhaps there's shelter inside?
Ah, must be after hours.
Perhaps there's shelter inside.
Perhaps there's shelter inside.
Perhaps there's shelter inside.
Perhaps there's shelter inside.
Perhaps there's shelter inside.
In one end, out the other.
A way out of this darkness.
Where does that lead.
I suppose pigs lived here once.
Those pig fellows might like that.
Ah. Look at those golden teeth!
Just a pinch of statue.
I'm gonna avoid that one just to be safe.
Why are there little holes in the ground?
Safe at last.
Ouch! I could've gotten kebabed!
A fine place for a light.
A fine place for a light.
I don't think I'm cut out for royalty.
I prefer to braise rather than barbeque.
I wonder if they have some old recipes in there.
It's parboiled.