YOU WERE THE CLOCK ;; seabear prevention class

[VANDAL R.]

A spark of excitement zips through Vandal as she plate is pushed towards them, the signal given that they can proceed to consume. She tugs the plate closer and, with a lopsided smile at Temulin, she divides the group of cubed cheese between the two of them (and splits the odd one out in halves with her talon). Hey, it's always better to share, right?

She plucks one up from the plate and tosses it into the air, snapping her jaws around it and letting the taste explode on her tongue. Oh yes, yes she does love cubed cheese. The seabear definitely won't be getting any. "Yep, no more questions from me! I'd like to hear more about the seabear!"