<blockquote class="uncited"><div>The wolfeasel finished the brunch while picking meat from his teeth. His stomach was still small even though he ate much. Seeing Kruft land, he poked him before looking at Ptricia. "Ummm, is he edible?"</div></blockquote><br/>For the second time Chris flipped his bassist off when he poked him, and full on tripped him up when he questioned Chris's ingestability. "I'm edible. So are you. In small pieces. Small bloody pieces." Chris growled as Ptricia helped him up, shaking his head. "Yeah, scared the falafel outta me." He giggled. "So I totally overreacted. I've learned never to be too careful around here. lately." He listened to Ptricia explaining about the potion and nodded. "Convinient. We could mount some heads on our walls as security cameras perhaps...nah, it'd only work for short term, that and it'd look dumb." He scowled at Babs. "Dude. Rugs don't talk to me very often. Of course I got scared." He raised his eyebrow at the drumstick comment. "But drumsticks are woode-oh, DRUMSTICKS." He facepawed again, grinning, before looking away at Ptricia carving off the leg. Suddenly his phone rang. Answering it, he nodded for a moment, then grinned. "I suppose you need to talk to our working manager." He handed the phone to Ptricia, and a young, bassy voice boomed out from it. "Yeah, this is Luka Perry from Kerrang. Are you the..uh... Cast Iron Stomachs manager? If possible we'd like to get an interview with you today for next week's mag."