"I tried," he answers, slumping down onto the bench and sighing mournfully. "Bravely. Heroically. You ought to have seen it, me doing battle with my gag reflex. But in the end, my gag reflex won, and I nearly threw it all up." He uses a fist to prop up his chin and studies a point above her head. "Eat it, don't eat it, I don't care. But I simply can't. It'll go to waste otherwise, I suppose. Ah, well. Perhaps I can use it to lure a wolf and trap that wolf and train that wolf to hunt me rabbits."