[With a roll of 17, Amelia's natural intelligence and experience with wordplay comes into full force. Now if she's actually proud of being able to figure this out... Well.]
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Spare ribs.
[The words of the riddle light up and the stone slab disintegrates into dust.]
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Spare ribs.
[The words of the riddle light up and the stone slab disintegrates into dust.]