Jot eats his terrina, tureen, sopeira of beef bobó, guisado with alarming speed. I savor the rich flavor of the meal, knowing I should put on as much padding as possible before the games begin to have energy reserves.
"So," he says. "we pondered quite a few ideas when designing your costumes. We could dress you as fishermen, but we feel that would be too... drab. Typical. We also considered dressing you as a wave, but we couldn't get the fabrics in time. So Reida (Jay's stylist) and I decided to try a new approach."
"New approach?"
"Yes. Would you like to see it?" He asks, standing up and pushing his chair in. He...
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