[ Home cooking. Already, it wins more points with him than the strange, processed things that the CDC gives them. ]
It smells good to me. I would be honoured, Mademoiselle.
[ He moves over to look at the furball. Crouching down beside its bunk, he reaches out to gently smooth the fur on its head. If it's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake it, but if it's just resting it might be hungry now. Testing this theory, he opens the canteen and brings it close, thinking that it might be able to smell the milk. ]
We'll see if it takes. What did you call him?
[ If it's a him. D'Artagnan still isn't sure how to tell with these little things. ]
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It smells good to me. I would be honoured, Mademoiselle.
[ He moves over to look at the furball. Crouching down beside its bunk, he reaches out to gently smooth the fur on its head. If it's sleeping, he doesn't want to wake it, but if it's just resting it might be hungry now. Testing this theory, he opens the canteen and brings it close, thinking that it might be able to smell the milk. ]
We'll see if it takes. What did you call him?
[ If it's a him. D'Artagnan still isn't sure how to tell with these little things. ]