If Gran was aware of all the conversation about him and what to do with him, he resolutely refused to show it. Getting that last speck of Meateor juice off the bottom of the bowl was of utmost importance, after all, and that demanded his full attention. Even once that was long gone, the baby behemoth had to make sure he didn't miss any other hidden bits and that required getting a better angle on the situation. However, his pawing at the bowl's lip for that needed advantage had an unexpected result - tipping the whole thing up and over his head before getting hooked on his horns.
What followed was an odd little scene of the little porker back-pedaling and dragging the upturned bowl with him as he went, interrupting the conversations both at the table and those nearby with the grinding sound of ceramic against wood. Even his little whines were drowned out by the gravely noise, which continued until he backed up into Miko's eager hand. The sudden stop did manage to jolt the bowl free, however, and it noisily oscillated about until settling back down flat and upside-down on the table.
Free of his unintended headgear, Gran warily approached the offending bowl, creeping up on it like a couerl after a skittish spriggan. Leaning forward, he gave it a tentative snortling sniff to ascertain its current threat level. After he built up enough confidence, he pawed at it lightly with a front foot before dancing away with a warding snort to keep it at bay. Another poke and retreat, and he was confident enough to give it a good kicking with a hind leg as he turned away from his defeated adversary and focused on other matters - such as the meaty treats the bipeds were eating.
After all, the dangerous Bowl was no threat now that he had given it such a sound thrashing.
What followed was an odd little scene of the little porker back-pedaling and dragging the upturned bowl with him as he went, interrupting the conversations both at the table and those nearby with the grinding sound of ceramic against wood. Even his little whines were drowned out by the gravely noise, which continued until he backed up into Miko's eager hand. The sudden stop did manage to jolt the bowl free, however, and it noisily oscillated about until settling back down flat and upside-down on the table.
Free of his unintended headgear, Gran warily approached the offending bowl, creeping up on it like a couerl after a skittish spriggan. Leaning forward, he gave it a tentative snortling sniff to ascertain its current threat level. After he built up enough confidence, he pawed at it lightly with a front foot before dancing away with a warding snort to keep it at bay. Another poke and retreat, and he was confident enough to give it a good kicking with a hind leg as he turned away from his defeated adversary and focused on other matters - such as the meaty treats the bipeds were eating.
After all, the dangerous Bowl was no threat now that he had given it such a sound thrashing.
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