The way they ate sheep usually meant killing off one of the grazers, when the meat was old, flavorful, but a bit tough. It also usually meant a lot of slow-roasting over an open fire. Recently, someone had gotten clever and figured out how to render salt out of the water and that had been an improvement but...Berk was Berk. "Yeah, when we had it, we'd roast a couple of them whole for the village."

His smile grew distinctly more sheepish at the mention of overeating. "Yeah, we found that out on Valentine's Day. You, uh, you know how dogs and cats can't eat chocolate? Apparently neither can a dragon..."