Chhrou listens intently to every word that Grai and Lilandra and now Geno say, but the results don't seem quite as encouraging as he'd hoped. Hearing the species of the enemies confirmed is a start, but... it doesn't give much to go on. The snappiness between Grai and Geno throws him off too, not to mention Lilandra's forcible shunning, and his voice actually quavers a little in response to the palpable tension.<br/><br/>"Y-you didn't get to, umm... find out anything more about them? Where they came from, or why they... why they came here, of all places?" Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he turns toward Geno and bows his head low. "And S-Sir Geno... I'd be very happy if you'd let me get you a drink too. I've hoped for the honor of speaking with you, but..." He glances toward the others, sighing ruefully. It's certainly not his place to step into whatever disagreement there is. "...If it'd be easier that I speak with you later on, whatever is best for you is no trouble at all. I owe so much to all of you... ...What was it you were all assembling for today, again?"<br/><br/>At the same time, Chrrou seems deeply grateful and touched by the attention and recognition of the other mice, and when he has the chance he doesn't hesitate to express his own happiness at being among familiar kind again, no matter how brief the stay might be. His eyes light up at the sight and moreover the smell of the offering of toast and cheese, and his mouth waters enough that he has to audibly swallow before speaking, but when he does it's to decline as thankfully as he can; he's already eaten, or so he claims, and he says he's sure the mice of the town have more need of the provisions than he. There's a certain responsibility that comes with the ability to subsust without food, after all...