Evening Cheffians, for reasons which will remain private, in a private cheffing sort of way, I have only just caught up. However. And I say this with some modesty, I have solved the issue of who the wild forager , him with the ridiculously overlong tweezers that would have your eye out if you ran with them in your hand, looks like.
Lyle Lovett.
The pinched in temples, the mouth, possibly the teeth. Separated at birth, or possibly only linked by an extraordinarily unlikely random genetic quirk.
I love Cherith. I want Cherith to win.