Noam writes"I thought you were vegan," I said. I didn't mean to be rude, it just slipped out because I was so surprised. It wasn't a splash of milk in her tea - she was eating a large, rare, juicy steak.
"I am most of the month. But I need this for a few days. I hope that doesn't sully my reputation in your eyes."
"Oh… every month. So, you mean, something about… losing blood?"
"Why are men so nervous to discuss periods?" she laugned. "But no. It's the moon."
"You renege on your vegan principles for the moon?"
"You know I'm a werefold, right?"
"So, you have a desire to eat meat around the full moon?"
"Not in human form, no. It's just that if I eat a large portion of red meat in the hours before changing, then I'm not hungry. And people out there are safer."