Once they were settled at their table, the waiter brought over the platter that April had pre-ordered. Illya looked at the fried food curiously.
"I was not aware that there were oysters in the Rocky Mountains."
"That's just a nickname, darling. These are fried bull testicles."
"Really?"
To her surprise, Illya didn't hesitate to try them.
"I believe I like them better this way than when we had them stewed, Napoleon."
Napoleon turned a touch green.
"When did we eat stewed testicles?"
"Remember that stew in Budapest? Although that was made with rooster testicles and not bull."
