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."