Coco just nods, moving into a laying position with her head near Miles. "Th-the brown fur tastes like butterscotch, and the white fur tastes like marshmallows. My t-tears taste like maple syrup, if you wanna lick up the ones on my cheeks," she tells him. Indeed, she had stopped crying by now, but she still had tears on her cheeks. "But whatever you do, don't bite me. Our blood contains a chemical which automatically tastes unbearably disgusting to the mind of the predator, which defends us against being ch-ch-chewed up..."<br/><br/>"Eh-ooooww mmm," says Jason, attempting to imitate his new mother.