"Can you make out what's going on?" Faith whispered from her hiding place.
Andrew winced as the audience launched into another round of raucous barracking as the cooks bustled around their studio kitchens. "I know the language, but the dialect is unfamiliar. I think the green meat dish is organic and the purple one is a curry. Nothing to warrant our intervention."
"Aside from a disturbing pop culture infection. I expected demons to have better taste."




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