Dray looks at his stomach like you big mouth traitor. He follows her. Sniffing the air and letting out a happy sounding growl type bark. He looks at her. And then the chair. Sniffing it and trying to decide if it was a safe object to get into. He watches the person set the plate in front of him. Sniffing the food out of habit. Letting out an excited bark when the food had no drugs. No poison. And it actually smelled edible. His tail was doing a true wagging at the moment. Then he seemed to notice and it was just the tip wagging. He looks up at her. He had no idea what she meant. Friends? What was friends? He tilts his head to the side. She can't have pups? That was sad. Pups were a big thing where he was raised. Pups no matter what species...were gifts and treasures. He grabs the plate in his teeth. Holding it straight out. Moving in front of the chair he'd pushed out further with his body. Hops up into the chair. Circles around in it a couple of times and puts the plate on the table. Chair still close enough for him to eat. He starts out with the meat. Using his hands like paws as he eats it. He ate like a dog would yet he still had a strange sort of polite mannerism to it.