[ He takes another sip and imagines it. Savory meat... a refreshing marinade... potatoes. Unlike most of his fellow Shutens, he won't just shove any food in his maw and swallow it down with animalistic relish. Flavors matter to him, and he won't eat just anything. A good match for wine is one way to get his stomach—grrrbleee.
Ah. His stomach growled. He blinks and then gives Nero a stupid grin. ]
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[ He takes another sip and imagines it. Savory meat... a refreshing marinade... potatoes. Unlike most of his fellow Shutens, he won't just shove any food in his maw and swallow it down with animalistic relish. Flavors matter to him, and he won't eat just anything. A good match for wine is one way to get his stomach—grrrbleee.
Ah. His stomach growled. He blinks and then gives Nero a stupid grin. ]
Really good.