[…yeah Adrian’s tail has looped around Rosso’s waist now, don’t mind that.

In the meantime, he has to let one of those bones drop back into his bowl because he’d started chewing it so hard that it audibly cracked.]

Yeah. It sounds rough as hell.

[And that doesn’t even begin to describe it, he imagines.]

Least here the vegetation don’t fight you when you try to eat it.

[Then after a moment, he adds in a tone that feels a bit awkward since he knows he doesn’t know what he’s talking about-]

You ain’t ever gonna hafta go back to that place.