"Meat spaghetti sounds amazing," is the prompt, incredibly serene response. "If you haven't had it with anything but sauce, add meat. Your world will change."

Not everyone is quite as carnivorous as Sephiroth is, so maybe eating a snake really isn't on anyone else's menu but his own. It's while rummaging hopefully in a bush, searching for some sign of scales, that the dead skin is wiggled at him.

He eyes it speculatively. "No, it's probably like licking tracing paper. No taste, and it just sticks to your tongue. That's not meat anyway. Maybe Gaia will want it for something, but we should look for a bigger one."

How much bigger do they get anyway? "I wonder if anything here is zolom sized."