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

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Despite only hauling in and eating carrion, Anthemtalon wasn't opposed to trying new foods. Sometimes he did eat the fresh meals that his peers hauled in; not often, because the cold weighed heavily on his metabolism and meant that he didn't need to eat as much. He settled this with his constant naps, to digest the food at a decent rate to get the energy that he needed to continue functioning. Anthem was no picky lizard; if he saw something edible, he was going to go for it if nobody else would. That was his mantra with eating the food that began to rot, digging up bugs and other things in the dirt, and generally things that happened to be unsavory to the diets of his peers.

The sandwich being pushed away? That was just an open invite to eat, wasn't it? His jaws smacked together as he shuffled on over to the sandwich, tongue flicking a few times. Sweet, but something else? Not rot? Confusing. Nonetheless, he bent his head down and picked up the sandwich to munch on himself, happy garbles muffled by the snatched meal. The smell of food had brought him over here in the first place, and so he was more than content to eat while the conversation continued on. Others were taking care of the eye-leaking problem, so he deemed it fair to deal with the weird food issue himself. Swinging his head back and around, trying to swallow the whole sandwich in one motion that was a far cry from fluid.

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