*giggles* Yes, it was the Following Chicken I was demanding indeed, though that sounds quite difficult to wrap as well. :/

When it's a grub-looking thing that you're being offered, I definitely agree that deep suspicion is the way to go. *g*

And, ahh, we eat possums? *flails a bit* What happened to iconic national pest? Though I guess eating them might help with the problem.

Heheh, I sleep weird hours. :/ And I'm possibly in love with my f-list, I could not bear to be parted from it for another long minute...

Oh yay, Yuletide fic! *is easily distracted* :D