The guide looked on expectantly, standing in front of the display case where a spatula was lovingly set out on a velvet cushion.
“Is that a-?”
“Yes,” said the guide. “Would you like the know the story behind it?” They gestured to the back wall, which featured a large frieze of a chef fighting–and grilling–what appeared to be meat monsters.
“No. Not even a little bit.”
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