“No, I did not tenderize the steak.” Astaroth gasped and clapped a hand to his chest. “Oz, Oz, Oz,” he said, shaking his head. “How many times must I tell you the importance of beating your meat?” Themmie burst into bright cackles, Rani snorted, and Calladia spit out a mouthful of beer. Eleonore might not be familiar with that particular slang, but there was enough context to figure it out.
