"Because, you ate that shit like you hadn't had a meal in weeks." you grumbled, shuddering at the thought of it. You learned quickly in your stay that Changelings could survive off of more than just love. It made sense, because outside the occasional poor pony that they'd kidnap, they really had little to go around. Good for you in the sense that you had something to eat then, but bad in the sense that it was absolute shit. Fermented swamp plants, grubs, and what you think was literal shit. You always stuck to the former two, not testing the foul smelling brown stuff they put on your plate.