"I can not say I have," Marian said, taking the small, rather strange looking object in her hand.

She might have given it more academic, wary, study, were not the adorable eyes of amusement staring up at her waiting for her to eat the weirdly shaped--slightly oily?--thing.

So she popped it into mouth, praying she didn't hate it, and drew up short, looking toward the bow.

"Different. But really good."