"Hmm... that can mean a lot of things," Chista says, tapping her chin, one hand rubbing her potbelly. "As in wish I never ate it? I'd go with a Troll. It tastes nasty, and that regeneration is hell on my stomach. Now they are filling, and the struggles are nice, but when you have to spend a whole day just laying in bed waiting for your stomach to digest it, that's a nasty case of indigestion." Chista shakes her head. "It's never worth it, but I never learn my lesson."