[Tonic spends some time picking at his torn roast-leg first, holding it securely in his less-maneuverable left hand while picking it apart with his right like a bird picking at a carcass. he has no qualms about cracking open the joints to get every little piece he can, or pulling little bones out of his mouth if it means he gets to eat everything around them.

he can't help talking with his mouth full--between a bunch of dead nerves and the speed at which he devours his food, he doesn't have a lot of choice.]

Mm, I'm beginning to see why you'd be hanging out down here.

[his food is just two clattering leg bones and a small pile of shards before long. he reaches for something else. he appears to be a methodical eater, finishing absolutely all of one portion before moving onto the next. one of those hot bowls.]

But I agree. Big meals are one of life's few delights--eating them should be, too.