<blockquote><div><cite>Goblin wrote:</cite>He nodded a short affirmative to the question and his ears actually seemed to twitch. Heâ€™d discarded most of what was on his tray. Two neat piles of buns, top and bottom, were stacked to one side. Between them, was a little pile of lettuce, with the tomatoes on top. Sometimes heâ€™d just take uncooked meat, but despite his odd tastes, he did need to eat like any other normal human being. He rarely ever did though, finding it much easier to just take extra vitamins. And when everything was nicely organized, he pulled apart the hamburger patties, littering the remaining space with bits of the still pink meat. <br/><br/>Angela grinned at him and he pulled a face. â€œIt werenâ€™ eâ€™en my idea. Jack tricked me into it.â€ He told Dren, as if heâ€™d understand exactly who that was and how he might have been tricked. With his thumb nail he speared one of the larger pieces, clicking his strangely jagged looking teeth together on the end. Angela mentioned getting both, Azzy pulled the rest of the food off his nail and shook his head. â€œAnâ€™ Iâ€™s beinâ€™ chased. Ya know how â€˜at is, righâ€™?â€ He poked another of the bits, then a third, spearing them with his thumb and forefinger. Instead of the delicate bites, he stuck both fingers into his mouth, pulling the meat off, staring directly at the two of them.<br/><br/>Asmodeus visibly squirmed when she finally came up with something. His nose flared and wrinkled as he regarded her hand. â€œAww damn, anytâ€™inâ€™ but mess hall duty. I â€˜ate â€˜at.â€ Against odds with his complaints, he stuck out his hand and slapped it into hers. After making sure there was nothing still stuck to his nails anyway. â€œToo bad ya founâ€™ â€˜is ship. The lieutenant â€˜ereâ€™s a damn slave driver. â€˜Tween ya anâ€™ me, ya should avoid â€˜er.â€</div></blockquote>