This girl was quite the chatterbox, was all Razor could think as she continued to on and on. He just decided not to comment about her talk with her family and their decision with them leaving her to the church, and then her history with the church. But then he grunted,"With how much your God loves each and everyone of you, and supposedly everything else on this world, I figured the last thing he wanted to happen was to have -anyone- devoted strictly to him...rather have you all do whatever the hell you want...you Humans are always so confusing, even in your belief structures."<br/><br/>With that bit said, he got up on the sound of her saying that the meat was cooked. He went over to the cooking stone and used his claws to flip the ribs and chops over to make sure all sides were evenly done, not wanting any one side raw. And on the sound of her proclaiming on how cruel it was to eat animals, he grunted,"Didn't realize that, madam, just doing as one was intended to do was cruel. If eating creatures of god is cruel, then why did he make animals that can only live off of eating other creatures? I'll admit, I can be a cruel son of a bitch...but I wouldn't call myself evil." He took a piece of a chop and took a bite out of it, he razor sharp needle-like teeth shredding into the piece of meat no problem,"Though, if you ever change your mind...go ahead and grab a rib...I had hunted this damn thing expecting that I was hunting for two, but I didn't realize I had a vegetarian here. If I could smell, or stomach, plants...I probably try and find a carrot for the wee bunny."<br/><br/>He chuckled at that and ate a few more bits of the meat...before she started asking him questions about being a Ramen. More specifically, how old he was. Forget all other problems with this girl, the one that mattered was that she talks too much! He sighed at that and said,"I don't know how old I am...exactly. When I was picked by a group of my own kind, when I was young, they had to guess my age using some signs that my people have. With what they said my age was then, and many years have gone by now, I had a friend to help me catalog the years...I would be...around forty of your Human years...though, by my people, that means I am just starting my years in adulthood, though most would probably still consider me a child, just to piss me off." He took another bite of the meal and said,"Nothing old about me...us Ramen are just cursed to have one deadly flaw. Many say we are more intelligent than Elves, and more elusive than Vulpari...our natural survival skills are some of the best, our intellect unmatched...but, we were doomed to have a deficiency in our physical form. Thin skin, countless of variable mutations, near infertile women, and very, very brittle bones that only get worse with every year. In the final years of life, it wouldn't be a surprise that an elder could break a bone while still lying in bed."<br/><br/>After that, he went back to contently eating...odds are she had more to say about the information he had just given her. He didn't feel like doing game after game after game of twenty questions...but he felt like he was gonna have to for as long as he was stuck with her. But then he started to get a bad feeling, like something worse than the onslaught of questions from Eponine was about to happen. He couldn't smell much over the meat, and couldn't hear much over the sound of Eponine's voice...but it was there, something that made the spines on the back of Razor's neck stand up...though, not really, but the imagery was there. Something was not right...<br/><br/>He swallowed a bite of the chop and he said, as calmly and quietly as he could,"Eponine...hide...now..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>