[ If only he had enough He's ready to follow after Gran when it looks like he's about to bolt off, but no. Instead, he's caught by surprise when he feels those delicate fingers in his again. Eyes wide and owlish, he kind of staggers behind before catching up to walk side by side. He doesn't pull his hand away, loosely hanging on by a couple of digits. ]
I don't need to eat food.
[ Though he's quite curious about the cuisine they have on this moon. Is it similar to theirs? Or is it like what they found in that desolate camp—powdered blandness. While not too enthused, he won't say no to anything remotely similar to coffee. He could use some of that acidic bitterness. ]
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I don't need to eat food.
[ Though he's quite curious about the cuisine they have on this moon. Is it similar to theirs? Or is it like what they found in that desolate camp—powdered blandness. While not too enthused, he won't say no to anything remotely similar to coffee. He could use some of that acidic bitterness. ]