Relaxing in her chair with her shoulders slumped back is a quite content amalgamite. Crossing her legs and extending them out under the table as she slinks down in her seat, Abby closes her eyes and listens to the sounds of everyone else enjoying the meal and almost giggling at the chomping sounds under the table. While enjoying the full sensation she would not even notice the little fox sniffing at her and picking up a scent of mushrooms and beef and chicken among other scents that were found up on the table above. Seems she may well be what she eats.<br/><br/>Upon hearing of dessert Abby sits up straighter again and rests her hands on the table with a big smile on her face. "Dessert sounds like a fine idea indeed. I am also curious as to what else you happened to have cooked up today."