Seth grumbled at Deme's comment about the fighting. He got up, leaving the ice on the table, and went to get the plate Deme had left on the counter. He grabbed a spoon and the guacamole from the fridge, plate in hand he returned to the table.<br/><br/>"I doubt that'd work out." Seth replied, "Here." he said setting the guacamole and spoon near Deme, before he sat down with his plate of food. He honestly wasn't even feeling all the hungry now. His tail trailed its way along the floor toward his brother. After a bit of picking at the food he'd made the teen set to eating.