"Let's call it a battle of Speed, plus wits and a few other things," said Argyle. "We have it in the woods. Twenty-four hours - if you can catch me within that time, I'm yours. Otherwise, I'm free."
Robert chuckled. "A Hunt for my Meal. Been a little while since I've had one of those."
"I'm up for it," said Argyle. "Are you?"
Robert smiled. "Argyle, I'm feeling generous - Big Meal Day's not for another three weeks. So, for the next two, enjoy the company of as many females as you can, and I'll have John Wrangler show you the area - learn as much as you can. Of course, if you change change your mind before the challenge, let me know, so that I can ask someone else." He then stood up, leaned in, and gave Argyle a lick. "Just in case you win. Otherwise, it's a taste of things to come." He then gave him a big sniff. "Julia knows of a few recipes that would compliment you quite nicely. One's more of a dessert. Yes, that one will do nicely. Hombre Tres Leches, where you soak in a tub filled with condensed milk, evaporated milk, and heavy cream, then there's the sugar, cinnamon, chocolate, and a few other things - delicious."
Argyle chuckled nervously at this. "Um, thanks."
"No, thank you," said Robert. "It has been a while since I've had Prime Grade human - easily a five million dollar meal, you know."
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