Thunk falls over the table reaching to covers Grim’s mouth. Hearing IronDog second the call for “LUNCH” Thunk yells, “Aye barkeep, bring us all some of that RABBIT stew”. Whispering to Grim, “We don’t eat them anymore, Not Omar. Fact is...errr... it never happened. Just a rumor. Ain’t “Not Omar kinda a funny name? How did your momma cal you two to dinner? ‘Omar Not Omar!’ Seems like a lot of starting and stop pin’ going on”