The rumbling in her own stomach seemed to be made worse by watching the yellow fellow gorging himself. But she wasn't QUITE hungry enough to eat yet. Most Toons could eat all they wanted freely, but they didn't speak snackfood. It was really hard to bite into the crispity crunchy chocolately flesh of an Ambrosia Chomp Bar, when it kept telling you about it's family. The smooth velvety taste of amaretto mixed with a ribbon of white chocolate, topping a layer of dark chocolate with graham cracker bits and strawberry. Oh god she could taste it across her tongue, melting in the warmth of her mouth, the sweet sweet sugar gliding down her throat in gulp after gulp of warm ecstacy... She gripped the table for support having excited herself to the point of swooning.<br/><br/>She blinked down at the Armadillo as he called her a genius. She leaned down closer, her afraid she might have misheard him. "J-jelli. Jelli Rollz." She certainly wasn't used to being called a genius, at any of her jobs. And as the platypus was going to make a comment she found herself speechless as she watched the little creature devour two times his body weight in porridge, beer, and caffiene. She was actually hungry herself, as was observable by how timid she seemed. When her blood sugar dropped she found herself getting nervous. But somehow she didn't think that coffee and beer belonged together... except on Drew Carey. The platypus rested her chin ontop of her hands, watching him finish with the fascination one might expect of a crowd watching a freakshow demonstration, "That's p-pretty impressive eating!"