“Damn few things really,” Handy said before quickly adding an amendment with a wave of his hand. “Oh, there’s restrictions sure—religious, cultural, moral, and whatnot. The country where I come from, for example, considers eating horses to be tantamount to grievous sin, which is odd as we have no religious compunction against it. However, a short jaunt across the open sea, one of our neighbours considers horsemeat a delicacy.” He shrugged. “I know in some countries eating insects is popular, healthy even, but the rest of the world would find it disgusting. One eastern country considers eating beef sinful in accordance with their religion.” Handy frowned. “Now that I think about it, we humans have a lot of weird rules about eating.” As he mused, he turned his head back to Joachim. He rested it on his hand which, in turn, rested upon his raised knee.