Tamara kisses Sar back, looking into his lovely ocean blue eyes. She nuzzle shim tenderly, while still petting the female chinchilla. She listens to what she answers to her question, blushing slightly as she speaks about a possible litter of cubs in the future, and more when she talks about the energy needed to do so. They will, of course, need a lot of energy during their stay here, because they intent to get as much fun and pleasure than they can, in every way possible...<br/><br/>The young tigress looks at the vials, ears perked, curious as to what is inside, as to how the liquid there will work on their bodies. But questions will be for later. Right now, her stomach is growling, obviously her hunger has increased as she held the chinchillas, and whatever primitives instincts that have been awoken by this are definitely hungry. The female chinchilla looks up at her and nods. Tamara noses her gently, letting out a clow mewl, thanking the chinchilla for what is going to be a wonderful experience. Tam looks at Sar, nodding, then she grabs one of the vials and swallows the liquid inside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- How long before we can eat you? And how should we swallow you? Head first or feet-first?</span>asks Tamara.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- It's up to you, ma chére,</span>replies the female.<span style="font-style: italic">Swallow us the way you feel will be more comfortable for you. We'll enjoy it the same.</span><br/><br/>Tamara looks at Sar, curious as to how he'd liek to swallow them.