[ 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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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.