He’s WOLFING it down. Lots of protein, very yummy. Lurched over his plate. Om. Nom. Slorp.

The hulking halfbreed is more than pleased with the meal. Tastes kinda like home, but… more Lothlan-y. After polishing off that mountain of food, he slumps back in his seat and wipes his mouth on his forearm, picking a canine with his claw. “… Seconds?”

“I ain’t a sloppy eater. You just don’t know how to mind your own business.”

“. . .” He gives Neeko a confused look, then hunches down to look her in the eye.

“I sm— 𝗜 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱? You got a lotta nerve, pipsqueak.” He says, cracking his knuckles.