As Scarlet went on listing all these different meats, Nit began gradually descending into what seemed like a mini-madness. Their pupil began to pulsate, and Scarlet could probably hear them breathing in short and quick rounds as well as desperately licking the roof of their mouth. Nit clasped the metal staffs of their bells in as much as a death grip as they could muster as the cooler finally came in. Marcial had to keep the rascal from going over and gobbling up half the cooler's contents; raw or cooked, as long as it was a fresh-looking dead animal between their jaws, it was going straight to Nit's stomach. They eventually nullified their to-be feeding frenzy, as that would come later.<br/><br/>Marcial's eyebrows fixated into a look of slight smugness. Yes, he knew very well how to cook in general, and he was happy he somewhat looked the part. He looked down at the cooler; the size marveled him, and he could not help but exclaim, "This is enough to feed a bear for years! Surely we'll only be able to complete a small portion, sir." Marcial nodded slightly, then added, "I can only imagine what this would have cost you... But that's another story, neh heh."<br/><br/>Nit sighed as Axe blurted her remark. Clearly, she was not happy with Nit at the slightest. Looking Axe dead in the eyes with a look of exacerbation, they grumbled out, "What's it gonna... take? Huh? A sorry? Half of... my food? Beating the... crap out of me...? What do you... want, girl?" Nit placed one hand on their hips, glaring now. "Get over it," the clock added, speaking in. "That's... in the past now."