She locked her big teal eyes on his and calmly pushed the plate back in his direction. He grimaced. Something about her look made him briefly consider trying it, but he remained steadfast. He pushed the plate away again and shook his head. She narrowed her eyes and popped her wings, then used them to fan the smell of decaying woodchuck in his direction, as if that would make it more appetizing. He was about to try and tell her that eating it would make him sick, when his stomach decided to resolve the matter on its own. 