This simply had a drawing of what looked very much like a pork chop on a plate. He studied it thoughtfully, sneaking a glance at Lyra's plate to see if that provided any clues. I don't want to choose it and have a repeat of the woodchuck incident, he thought, but at the same time, this looks butchered and prepared . . . and hopefully not raw. If it is raw, I can probably get across that I want it cooked. With a trembling finger, he cautiously touched the page and nodded.