“If you’re still hungry after this, I can make more. I don’t have much but you’re welcome to it.” Montrell said in reply, picking up the fork sitting next to his plate carefully. Much to his surprise, the offer had slipped out of his mouth before he even got the chance to rethink what he was going to say. He wondered if there was something wrong with him today, something that was making him act this way. He didn’t always offer seconds to his guests. No matter how hospitable he was, he would end up just pushing them out the door once everything was said and done.  Pushing the thought out of his mind, he took a bit of his food and gave a small nod of approval. Perhaps using a fork was strange as well but in Montrell’s mind, he refused to seem like he was some uncivilized pig.<br/><br/>Once again Montrell had decided to avoid the talk of humans. “Are you enjoying your food?”  He asked in a tone that hinted he wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible. He was a very private creature, too, and the fact that she was bringing up the fact he was very much like a human did irritate him a little as well. Maybe it was just her saying how surprised she was, the rat wondered with a heavy sigh. It was interesting that she trusted him. Most people were wary of him, and for good reason. He was a rat. No matter how one looked at it, he was what he was and he couldn’t change that. Every part of him wanted to argue that she was wrong. The only reason he let it go was because the two of them had a long trip ahead of them and it was best to save energy.