Our heroine Melphiera (that’s a mouthful so I’m just going to call her Melphy from here on out) likes monster meat, and that is apparently a mark of shame. To be fair, she doesn’t exactly help her own cause. When a gentleman asks to try some of her delicious-looking food¹, Melphy is more than happy to oblige. Unfortunately, she doesn’t tell him what he’s eating until he’s taken a bite. People should know exactly what they’re putting into their bodies. I don’t think that’s a wild concept, and yet, I always hear stories of people trying tricking their family and friends with “good intentions.” For example, trying to feed a bunch of meat eaters something like Beyond Meat or just some weird ass form of tofu². Look, I get it. You truly believe in your cause, and you would love nothing more than to show others the light. But surely, you don’t actually believe people would react well to deception.