Cooking. It was something that Titan definitely wasn't used to. The members of his pride primarily hunted for their food, making swift kills consisting of zebra and antelope and other local prey. Their diet was mostly raw meat, though once in a while, one of the "vegetarians" would whip up some loaves of bread or other grainy products. Titan hardly ate anything other than meat, so tasting bread or fresh berries was always an interesting treat. He had only had one pastry-product in his life: raspberry muffins. They were practically god-sent; he could still taste tangy berries on his tongue. He sometimes wondered if he'd ever have one again, but nowadays, that chance was very little.

The lion had stopped in his tracks upon seeing Ren offering a bowl to him. He furrowed his brows and glanced into it, noting the batter that covered the sides. He asked, "... Did you bake something?" The answer was sort of obvious by now, but Titan didn't want to just make assumptions. Besides, he wanted to see if Ren would elaborate on his creamy creation.