Max followed Kieara downstairs and into the kitchen. He sat at the table, watching what she was doing. Humans seemed to find ways to make food taste really good. He never understood how they did it, but it sure was something. He was watching what she was doing, mixing things and boiling things and cooking things. He wasn't the type to do any of that, he was a Gumiho, one that hunted for his food, not cook stuff. Course all he ate was meat all his life, it's what he liked most and tended to eat a lot of. But hey, Gumiho's were picky eaters, it was only natural for him to eat what he liked. What would be the purpose of him for that? He glanced around the room a bit, trying to remember it. Humans tended to put and store food in cabinets, and that white box that keeps the food fresh. Humans sure were smart, it made him feel stupid.