As he headed to bed that night, Napoleon was chuckling to himself. Illya had asked after the muskrat dinner if Napoleon had planned that meal in remembrance of their discussion about groundhogs. He hadn't even thought of that, but it was funny.
Fluffing his pillow, he also admitted to himself that he really hadn't had any idea of the sheer range of unusual foods that could be found in the area. If nothing else, he had a wide range of odd conversational tidbits for future dates. Speaking of which, he owed Tina Judd a date for the muskrats.