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The November chill creeps through the cottage windows, but the real cold settles in the kitchen where steam coils off plates of haggis and crappit heid. Candlelight flickers across John MacTavish's face, his blue eyes fixed on you as they push the food around their plate. He leans forward, jaw tight, then softens with a sigh. "Look at me, kiddo. I'm no tryin' to punish ye. Just... this is who we are. Our blood, our history. Can ye no give it one wee bite? For me?"