Blaze crunched the bones, savoring the marrow. His digestive track could handle smaller bones, like this. [i]Just a perk of being a walking freak show[/i], he thought.
"But mushrooms..." he muttered. "I'm not picky, but I dislike the consistency. Like chewing really, really, really soft leather, with half the taste." He stood up. "But if you want them, we can get them. I can use my wings for a sort of umbrella."