It always paid to visit the mess hall whenever she managed to catch a lift into the castle. There were always agents hanging about, and any number of them could be pursued to give up a few bites of whatever meal they happened to be eating at the time. It was even easier when you were a very dainty kitten, one of the few perks to still being this young.
She was weaving her way through the table legs, looking for her net mark when she happened to spot the half-youma attempting to scoop what looked to be soup into his maw and not having the best of luck with it. Considering the shape of his hands she couldn't blame him for having trouble.
But it was funny to watch.
And watch she did for a good few minutes before finally deciding she should put the poor canine out of his misery. Helping herself to a straw off one of the tablets, she hopped her way up and over to his, taking a seat a few inches beyond the edge of his tray.
"Hey." It was muffled by the straw in her mouth and she set it down directly after. "Why don't you just suck it up through a straw? Save your uniform from a bunch of soup stains."
