[He's about to stoop to give Pup one of the still-wrapped cakes, but Sasha beats him to it, which is probably for the best. The Rockruff licks Sasha's hand gratefully and gnaws at the poffin, though not nearly as hungrily as Razor is gulping down the stew.
There are practically stars in his eyes as he finishes the broth and... shoves his face right in there to get at bits of meat and potatoes. This is so far gone from "table manners" it might as well be dirt decorum. And he appears to be entirely unaware of it all.]
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There are practically stars in his eyes as he finishes the broth and... shoves his face right in there to get at bits of meat and potatoes. This is so far gone from "table manners" it might as well be dirt decorum. And he appears to be entirely unaware of it all.]