“Traditionally, the youngest at the table gets to eat the brains,” Julie said as she passed the platter of tea smoked duck. "So be careful, because the whole duck is on this platter."
We laughed and pointed at Treat.
“And the most honored person--” she continued.
“How do we determine that?” Bill interrupted.
“It’s usually the oldest,” she answered.
“That’s me!” I cried gleefully.
“You get the butt,” she laughed, taking the platter from Victor. “Let me find it.”
I looked at my plate. “You mean the tail?”
She nodded.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I already have it!”
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