He stuffed another cookie in his mouth, drank down more cocoa, and then got up, clambering over to the same cupboards she'd rummaged around in, wrapping the blanket around his torso in a way that'd let it stay on while he dug around in them.
Apparently the promise of food that wasn't lizards and bugs and wilted vegetables had lit a fire under his butt because now he was digging around like some curious toddler, getting into things, opening and sometimes spilling them if he didn't realize what was inside was something spillable.
He was almost as much a puppy in human form as her teammate that could actually turn into one.
There were bags and boxes of food in there that he started to open and sniff. And stuff into some of his pockets if he liked what he smelled (or licked). Why stop with the plate she'd put out? He'd go back to eat that entire thing after loading up.
"You said I can eat as much as I like," he said somewhat defensively, glancing over at her, as if expecting judgement for him taking so much food. He hopped up on the counter to get at the higher shelves, kneeling there so he could reach.
Opening a canister, he pulled out strings of dried pasta and started chewing on them, his expression showing that he wasn't necessarily disgusted with them so much as confused about what they were made of. They tasted like nothing.
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Apparently the promise of food that wasn't lizards and bugs and wilted vegetables had lit a fire under his butt because now he was digging around like some curious toddler, getting into things, opening and sometimes spilling them if he didn't realize what was inside was something spillable.
He was almost as much a puppy in human form as her teammate that could actually turn into one.
There were bags and boxes of food in there that he started to open and sniff. And stuff into some of his pockets if he liked what he smelled (or licked). Why stop with the plate she'd put out? He'd go back to eat that entire thing after loading up.
"You said I can eat as much as I like," he said somewhat defensively, glancing over at her, as if expecting judgement for him taking so much food. He hopped up on the counter to get at the higher shelves, kneeling there so he could reach.
Opening a canister, he pulled out strings of dried pasta and started chewing on them, his expression showing that he wasn't necessarily disgusted with them so much as confused about what they were made of. They tasted like nothing.