A broad grin spreads across my face accompanied by a gleam in my eyes once I look at the ribs, and sniff the air, the heavy scent of barbecue ribs filling my nose. Quickly, I bring out a claw and cut off a rib from the rack with it, and I eat the whole thing, bone included, the small sound of crunching only brief before I swallow it, nodding in satisfaction.
"Yep, they got them right, phew, love that taste!"
