IN CASE YOU DON'T LIVE FOREVER;; open - sandwich trying

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Anthemtalon ate carrion, mostly. Rotten food that not many others were able to digest. It was a neat niche, one that meant that little food would be going to waste while he was shuffling around. Outside of the horrid food that he scavenged, he hunted little. Cooking and making food had been one of the furthest things from his mind. Food was food, though, and the smell of it in the air attracted the komodo monitor.

He sauntered over, tongue flicking rapidly to help him figure out where the smell was coming from. Bread was foreign, jelly was foreign, peanut butter was foreign. Jelly smelled sweet, like that science experiment he'd munched not too long ago. Anthemtalon came to a halt, looking at Aphra for a long moment (what was spicy?), then turning to Ruven. The lizard shuffled closer, garbling quietly. "Okay? Eyes leaking," Anthem commented, his face then turning to what remained of the sandwich. "Food? Food good! Eat, yes, eat grow big," he continued, gently bumping the back of a talon against the other with as best a warm smile Anthemtalon could manage.

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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