"Well, if I knew the rest of my customers would want to try them, I'd make them with more choice pieces of meat," came a response to Miko's outburst. If one were to turn their head towards the sound, and looked down the prerequisite amount, they would find that Ms. Momodi herself had deigned to investigate the waiter's talk of a baby behemoth. One corner of her mouth hooked upward in a right grin as she tapped her lower lip with a finger. "I'd probably actually cook them, too."
She was quiet for a moment, thinking on the possibilities of Meateors for people, before remembering why she had come over.
"Anyroad!" she intoned, returning to the matter at hand and placing her hands on her hips. "I just wanted to see if your little companion enjoyed my Meateors. Not many folks bring there pets in here, let alone another baby behemoth like Gran."
The little behemoth's ears perked up at the sound of his name, certainly one of the words he did know, and he glanced towards the speaker. He didn't even bother swallowing his meal beforehand, looking down at the owner with the Quicksand while continuing to nosh on his treat. He gave a simple snort of recognition, then proceeded to try to paw his way back down to the bowl to consume more of those delectable balls of meat.
This had the added effect of allowing the lady Lalafell to get a closer look at the "second" baby behemoth and, having seen it so many times before at Chachanji's side, she was quick to recognize it.
"Or... just Gran, apparently."
The little porker just gave another snort before flopping down onto the table. Oblivious to his identification, he trotted proudly to the bowl and immediately stuffed his snout into it. While muffled a bit by the curvature of the ceramics, it was fairly obvious he was going to town on those Meateors.
She was quiet for a moment, thinking on the possibilities of Meateors for people, before remembering why she had come over.
"Anyroad!" she intoned, returning to the matter at hand and placing her hands on her hips. "I just wanted to see if your little companion enjoyed my Meateors. Not many folks bring there pets in here, let alone another baby behemoth like Gran."
The little behemoth's ears perked up at the sound of his name, certainly one of the words he did know, and he glanced towards the speaker. He didn't even bother swallowing his meal beforehand, looking down at the owner with the Quicksand while continuing to nosh on his treat. He gave a simple snort of recognition, then proceeded to try to paw his way back down to the bowl to consume more of those delectable balls of meat.
This had the added effect of allowing the lady Lalafell to get a closer look at the "second" baby behemoth and, having seen it so many times before at Chachanji's side, she was quick to recognize it.
"Or... just Gran, apparently."
The little porker just gave another snort before flopping down onto the table. Oblivious to his identification, he trotted proudly to the bowl and immediately stuffed his snout into it. While muffled a bit by the curvature of the ceramics, it was fairly obvious he was going to town on those Meateors.
