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He looked down at the bird, also unimpressed. He stared for a hot minute before offering a small smile. "What will I be getting? Hm... That's a good question." He then reached out towards her, claws unsheathing and his eyes glowing softly. "I think I'll have chicken tenders, actually." He murmurd and with his paw barely inches away from her face, he stopped. He then pulled his paw back and cackled, head rolling to the side. "Get it? Because you're a bird and so are chickens.. Chicken tenders. Raven tenders just wouldn't make much sense, would it? Also sounds gross... I bet you're gross too, like all other birds, so why would I bother eating you. Just stringy meat and fragile bones.. Blegh" He made a face as he remembered the last time he ate a bird. It was gamey, with the slight taste of lead. What a bad experience it had been, and since then, he had yet to eat a single avian creature.

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