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"And the winner of Top Chef is--" Padma paused. Everyone held their breath. "Volstagg of Asgard!"
There was an explosion of noise as the other contestants crowded in to Judges' Table, gathering around the final two. Volstagg got slaps on the back and returned them, usually remembering to be careful; only a few chefs went sprawling back to the cameras. The runner-up, a molecular gastronomist from Chicago, gamely offered Volstagg a hand, only to have it swallowed up along with half his forearm.
"I should have known the game was up when you butchered your boar so fast in the wild game Quickfire."
Volstagg laughed and embraced the young man hard enough to make his ribs creak. "The faster you butcher, the faster you eat!" He turned to meet the judges. Padma and Gail each got a hearty kiss. They both looked a bit dazed but smug afterwards.
"What's next for you?" Tom asked, looking up (and then up some more) at him.
"A real feast!" Volstagg threw his arms out. "I tire of making an amuse bouche when a true portion of plenty is just beyond my grasp!"
Tom blinked. "Your winning dish in the last challenge was a 16-ounce Kobe rib-eye."
"Precisely!" Volstagg boomed, then beamed around him with delight as everyone laughed.