It was very strange to be friends with her, but Zandall did his best to overlook that rabbit in her. At times when hungry would strike, he would often have to go right past her and into the mess hall without so much of a hello to keep from attacking her. The only good thing was the fact that he would have to kill and chop her up, meaning there was more work involved and not the usual whole swallowing that he was suppose to be doing. That would discourage him from attacking her, but those rare things did happen when he was so hungry that he came very close. “It’ssss my pleasssssure” Anytime someone wanted something added to the menu, they’d come to him and he’d arrange it. He decided that it was his true to say something next and thought about it for a moment. “How are thingssss going with you?” It was a simple question, but it was something.