Sushi at Tal Rasha’s

Morgana said of Duriel that “if you have some life steal and can afford to tank-and-glug, then yes, it’s just a matter of time and having enough potions before you make yourself a nice big slug sushi.”

Alcippe and Shikha had already been for sushi at Tal Rasha’s, and it hadn’t been quite what they’d expected ...

“Phew, Shikha, that was an effort. Next time we’ll go to Benihana.”

“Good idea, boss. I could wear that little black dress and flirt with the chef. Wait a minute, that’s not sushi! Those little white things, they’re not rice; they’re moving! Quick, boss, stomp on them! O dear Goddess, that’s not soy sauce either!”

“Shika?”

“Yes, boss?”

“Don’t touch the wasabi. And run out that way and see if we can get some service.”

“Good idea, boss.”

Shikha soon found what looked for all the world like a sushi chef stuck behind a conveyor belt.

“This isn’t what we ordered. We definitely ordered slug sashimi. Please take it away. Domo arigato.”

“Greetings, mortal. I did expect you earlier.”

“I could say the same of you. Listen, we only ordered the slug after we learned that the Baal katsu was off the menu. And to be honest, the slug was rather tough. In any case, we’re not paying for those potions we drank: we brought those in ourselves.”