As the novice twirls off, she chuckles again. "Greedy." Is her one-word verdict, delivered almost affectionately. "And I'm not offended at being called prey, madam. I've been called far worse than the truth often enough. I personally think that everyone should get eaten a few times by someone who isn't actively trying to kill them, if just so they know how to escape a stomach in the right circumstances and how to move and work with churning rather than against it. It's practically survival training- which I<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>give, incidentally- and who knows, some people may find they like it just as I do." She grins at nobody in particular, not wanting to offend by singling anyone out.<br/><br/>The rabbit-girls flock in, and Alizome gracefully moves to one side of the room against the wall. She wasn't interested- far too... simple, for her tastes. "Again, someone else is welcome to mine. My appetite is hardly anything when looked at in comparison to the rest in this room." Eying the novice as she returns, the elf asks, "Oh- so I'm not enough for you, even when you may have a naga wrapped around you? Well. If it will sate your stomach, I'd be perfectly happy sharing it- so long as your stomach can do a thorough job cleaning her off of me overnight, hmm?" And, of course, if she wound up inside a serpent instead of a bird, she could always use her considerable natural talents to escape that as well, as much as she'd prefer a calm, damp overnight sleep. "Well, is there any other business," she says, ignoring the walking meals menacing the ambulatory plant, "before we separate for... hospitality?"