Bishop had one hand in his hair, looking mighty distressed as he used his spoon to scoop up the...whatever this was, and slowly bring it up to his lips.<br/><br/><br/>"Isaac, if this kills me, I'm leaving my fortune to you."<br/><br/><br/>"I appreciate the sentiment, Bishop, but I don't think Pokemorphs are eligible for inheritance. Yet." Isaac quipped, eating his own food.<br/><br/><br/>As Bishop put the spoonful in his mouth, his expression changed to one of utter confusion as he quickly took a new spoonful and put in his mouth, then did it several more times. "What...this isn't repulsive at all? How...!?" Bishop sputtered, staring in wonder at the sludge as he continued eating it.<br/><br/><br/>Freya too was enjoying her meal, closing her eyes as she chowed down, so she did not notice the intruding Weedle right away. As she opened her eyes, however, there it was, leaning into her bowl, eating up. A look of confusion shortly gave way to rage as she started yelling.<br/><br/><br/>"What is this thing doing eating my food!?" the Weavile morph yelled, before punting the poor wild Weedle a good distance from her bowl.<br/><br/><br/>"Wow, that looked like it hurt. Haw!" Prometheus chuckled, impressed with how far the Weedle skidded.<br/><br/><br/>"I'd be careful about antagonizing wild Pokemon, Freya." Isaac said, looking up from his bowl.<br/><br/><br/>"What, a little Weedle? Pfft, little runt deserved it. Besides, what's it going to do? Squirm around indignantly?" Freya laughed, taunting the Weedle.