And they never spoke of the peanut-butter lobster incident again.
Meals, they said, were a uniting factor. Food, they said, was universal. Humans, they said, would eat anything.
But not this.
Plate after plate after plate of it came back. They were supposed to love lobster! But they were sending this all back with comments like, “it tastes funny” or “I’m allergic to the sauce”.
One of them even came into the kitchens to find Byaadi weeping into what should have been the mashed potatoes.
“I’m guessing there’s some problems with human cuisine?”
“I don’t understand,” Byaadi wept. “The recipe seemed simple enough. Lobsters and butter…”
“Yes, but… not peanut butter.”
Blink. Sniff. Gasp. “There’s more than one kind?”
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