01_-_The_Alchemyst

“We can trust you and Nicholas, though, right?” Sophie said.
The bell rang again, flat and piercing in the distance.
“Trust no one,” Scathach repeated, and the twins realized that she was
not answering the question. She turned toward the door. “I think that’s the
dinner bell.”
“Can we eat the food?” Josh asked.
“Depends,” Scatty said.
“Depends on what?” he asked in alarm.
“Depends on what it is, of course. I don’t eat the meat myself.”
“Why not?” Sophie said, wondering if there was some particular
ancient creature they should avoid.
“I’m a vegetarian,” Scatty answered.