You go for simple flavours. Mousemeat has a subtle taste that you want to be able to appreciate.
With your order complete, the takeaway hang up. Time to lay on your sofa and rub your rumbling tummy.
Just a few minutes later, a video call comes through from the restaurant. When you answer, a roaring fire appears on screen. There's a trembling little mouse gazing into the flames.
'Hello, diner! I'm your chef, Kelsey. May I introduce you to your dinner and the fire I'm going to cook him on,' a soft voice off screen says.
'Erm, hi,' you reply.
'I'm told you'd like this sweet boy spit-roasted. A fine choice. Now, there are two ways to do that. I can skewer him with the spit, which obviously would kill him, or I can just tie him onto the bar to keep him alive for the cooking, or at least part of it. He's agreed to anything and both ways are fun for me. It's your choice,' Kelsey tell you.
How do you want your mouse? Dead or alive?
