The imitation didn't escape Gran's notice. At the first sounds of echoed lip-smacking, the baby behemoth turned his little horned head towards the babyqo'te and regarded him with glimmering black eyes. The response to the babbling was a slight tilt of the head and a few inquisitive snorts of the snout against the infant's pudgy form. His attention would always return to the spoon when it was offered to him, but all the noise little Mikh'a was making would soon draw the purple porker's gaze back towards him. This, of course, led to more than one instance of the two of them making smacking sounds in unison before the treat had been dutifully defeated.
"Strawberries, huh?" Chachan repeated, his echo muffled a bit by the spoon still in his mouth. He quickly slurped the contents of the utensil down before removing it and continuing the conversation in a more proper - and less garbled - form. The waving and pointing of the spoon only added emphasis to his excitement. "I'll hafta try it next time I'm 'round! Thanks fer showin' th' place ta me, Ms. Lili!"
A couple more spoonfuls, both of which were handled in short order, and the Dunesfolk's second bowl was as empty as the first. His sweet-tooth sufficiently sated for now, the little Lalafell hummed contentedly as he patted his tummy. He then returned the ceramic container to its rightful owner, leaving it sitting neatly on the stall's wooden counter-top until the treat merchant scooped it up for cleaning and re-use.
"Strawberries, huh?" Chachan repeated, his echo muffled a bit by the spoon still in his mouth. He quickly slurped the contents of the utensil down before removing it and continuing the conversation in a more proper - and less garbled - form. The waving and pointing of the spoon only added emphasis to his excitement. "I'll hafta try it next time I'm 'round! Thanks fer showin' th' place ta me, Ms. Lili!"
A couple more spoonfuls, both of which were handled in short order, and the Dunesfolk's second bowl was as empty as the first. His sweet-tooth sufficiently sated for now, the little Lalafell hummed contentedly as he patted his tummy. He then returned the ceramic container to its rightful owner, leaving it sitting neatly on the stall's wooden counter-top until the treat merchant scooped it up for cleaning and re-use.
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