"But--but seals are cute." They're fuzzy and white and roll around in snow. Chickens, by comparison, are horrible, mean little creatures with scaly feet. Eating them is entirely justifiable. "I know that's a stupid reason not to eat them, but I just couldn't do it."

"Very north," Martha repeats, thinking. England's not exactly huge; surely she can figure out where Eboracon is. "I wonder if Brittania includes Scotland--Edinburgh's the only name I can think of that's close to Eboracon."