“They had mini berry pies and you went for liquid mystery meat?” “And veg.” Peabody choked down another swallow. “I told myself to be an adult, to think of loose pants. Is it gamey? There’s a little bit of gamey aftertaste. Gak.” “It could be rat. Liquefied, peppered rat.” Eve shoved her cup into Peabody’s hand. “It’s a hospital! Hospitals don’t serve rat.”
