I've never eaten roasted slug. I think it would taste awful. [ Snicker. ]

[ And he was appreciating her use of magic! It was indeed forcing the maggots to approach the kill zone, that is, if they were no longer avid enough for brisket of Elf or fearful enough of being toasted. They kept falling, sliced into slabs, cutlets, and gobs of slimy meat. ]

Evidently not! It seems our disinterest in being eaten by them is causing them to feel a bit worried about us. [ Grin. Slash. ]