[ Has she considered feeding it to him directly... no, okay, that would make Childermass die on the spot. He still doesn't go for the plate, though, yes, he really does want to eat that.
Better to awkwardly eat spaghetti than to bite into--
Childermass gives his head a slight shake, and he raises his head away from staring at the plate. He only turns it just enough to watch Cantarella from the corner of an eye instead. ]
Once I was outside and Hansa was no longer in sight, I was able to regain control of myself.
As he shakes his head, she cants hers slightly to the side. She has to imagine he hasn't tried to do much yet with that snout of his.]
Perhaps it was instinctual. That would explain your return to your wits once the "threat" was removed. Now that you've given in to that blinding rage, what do you want to do now?
[She's speaking to him with a very even tone, soft but not patronizing. It's certainly not the tone someone would take with someone she was pitying or someone she thought was out of his mind, almost as if Cantarella is trying to say she sees the man still there.]
Possibly. From what I can tell by appearance alone, I do look similar to a wolfhound. There are a number of breeds used to hunt wolves...
[ Like the borzoi! Wow! Well, his stomach isn't letting up, and considering his errant thought before was that Cantarella might be delicious, he finally refocuses on the covered dish and reaches out to take the cover off. Let's see how badly this is going to go. ]
If Hansa and I were instinctively opposed, it would explain a great deal.
[Small mercies for him; Cantarella isn't about to stare at Childermass while he eats or anything like that, so while they share the room for the time being, any attempt he makes to take down the food won't be subject to intense scrutiny.]
Instincts neither of you could resist, one feeding into the other...You made an ouroboros of feedback, eating its own tail. No wonder you had to be separated with yours between your legs.
[It might explain why some of the others became so worked up and defensive, too.]
[ Why spaghetti, though? Why not something more... handheld... or packaged... He isn't going to complain, mind. It's food, and he's starving, even though he shouldn't be. ]
That is certainly the likeliest scenario in this case. If we are being controlled by our more animal instincts, another fight may be inevitable.
[ He'll pick the plate up, carefully, since claws and paw pads don't make that any easier. It doesn't make handling a fork easier, either, even though his fingers still work more or less the same. Of course, one he actually gets some of the food on the fork, there's some trial and error.
Does he eat it from the front of his jaws? The side? He has to open those wider than he'd like to in the presence of a lady to shovel a bit of spaghetti in. ]
[Then, like she hadn't said anything about the snoot-spaghetti in the first place, Cantarella returns to the question of their other-than-human instincts.]
Staying here a while should calm your nerves. Perhaps it will also help you in keeping your head clear. A temporary solution, but it should be fair.
[ God, she is watching him eat. Maybe he should have let Hansa strike him down instead. There's a second of hesitation, and his ears press back against his head, but... he'll try that, and it works well enough. There. One, one forkful of spaghetti eaten.
Even the chewing of it feels awkward, so it's a moment before he feels comfortable saying anything back to Cantarella at all. ]
...yes. It is why I agreed to remain here for the night over wandering off elsewhere. I would rather not snap a second time.
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Better to awkwardly eat spaghetti than to bite into--
Childermass gives his head a slight shake, and he raises his head away from staring at the plate. He only turns it just enough to watch Cantarella from the corner of an eye instead. ]
Once I was outside and Hansa was no longer in sight, I was able to regain control of myself.
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As he shakes his head, she cants hers slightly to the side. She has to imagine he hasn't tried to do much yet with that snout of his.]
Perhaps it was instinctual. That would explain your return to your wits once the "threat" was removed. Now that you've given in to that blinding rage, what do you want to do now?
[She's speaking to him with a very even tone, soft but not patronizing. It's certainly not the tone someone would take with someone she was pitying or someone she thought was out of his mind, almost as if Cantarella is trying to say she sees the man still there.]
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Possibly. From what I can tell by appearance alone, I do look similar to a wolfhound. There are a number of breeds used to hunt wolves...
[ Like the borzoi! Wow! Well, his stomach isn't letting up, and considering his errant thought before was that Cantarella might be delicious, he finally refocuses on the covered dish and reaches out to take the cover off. Let's see how badly this is going to go. ]
If Hansa and I were instinctively opposed, it would explain a great deal.
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Instincts neither of you could resist, one feeding into the other...You made an ouroboros of feedback, eating its own tail. No wonder you had to be separated with yours between your legs.
[It might explain why some of the others became so worked up and defensive, too.]
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That is certainly the likeliest scenario in this case. If we are being controlled by our more animal instincts, another fight may be inevitable.
[ He'll pick the plate up, carefully, since claws and paw pads don't make that any easier. It doesn't make handling a fork easier, either, even though his fingers still work more or less the same. Of course, one he actually gets some of the food on the fork, there's some trial and error.
Does he eat it from the front of his jaws? The side? He has to open those wider than he'd like to in the presence of a lady to shovel a bit of spaghetti in. ]
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[Then, like she hadn't said anything about the snoot-spaghetti in the first place, Cantarella returns to the question of their other-than-human instincts.]
Staying here a while should calm your nerves. Perhaps it will also help you in keeping your head clear. A temporary solution, but it should be fair.
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Even the chewing of it feels awkward, so it's a moment before he feels comfortable saying anything back to Cantarella at all. ]
...yes. It is why I agreed to remain here for the night over wandering off elsewhere. I would rather not snap a second time.