If we're discussing dinner, or what those of us in the rural areas call supper, I've got a little story for you. I was on an undercover mission as a fictional spirit-guide when I stumbled upon a dead baby polar bear. It hadn't been dead long. Since I was almost out of food supplies and was very hungry I decided to stew him. I didn't have any condiments, but thankfully he was nicely salted from all of the astrally projected tears of those at DU. Believe it or not, as the stew was almost complete a baby seal wondered into the camp. You could tell that he was hungry also so I took a tin of sardines out of my pack and spread them near me. I didn't take but a minute before felt comfortable enough to move right next to me and the sardines. Soon he was right there within arm reach of me. I could reach out a pet him. He seemed to be a sweet little baby seal. I think he may have actually viewed me as some sort of parental figure because when he finished the last sardine he eased right over next to my leg to relax. With him this close I just couldn't resist. I reached over and grabbed my BFEE approved club, I use the Krovian model, and decided that instead of just stewed baby polar bear I would have a buffet. A nice meal for an undercover op in the cold.