[He follows Murdoc up to the teacher's table, looking uncertainly between the seat and the professor before sliding into it, picking at the edge of the table. When he's directed to eat he picks up a piece of toast, biting off the corner and watching as Murdoc makes coffee.]
Food tathteth weird.
[He wipes a bit of butter from his lower lip with his thumb. It's not an unpleasant change in taste, but it definitely doesn't taste right.]
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Food tathteth weird.
[He wipes a bit of butter from his lower lip with his thumb. It's not an unpleasant change in taste, but it definitely doesn't taste right.]