[Mama has longer arms than Wrath does, so she grabs a tray and grunts encouragingly at him to indicate that he should point out what he wants on it.]
[After a few minutes of leaning over to get a better look at the options, the tray winds up mostly full of sardines, pulled pork, and a whole lot of cooked carrots. And one Slowpoke tail. He has no idea what ANY of it is gonna taste like, minus the fish-- and even that'll be a surprise, since he's only ever had fresh fish before.]
[Mama plods over to Ralph with the loaded tray in hand just in time to see the ice disaster, and Wrath tilts his head from his perch on her shoulders.]
no subject
[After a few minutes of leaning over to get a better look at the options, the tray winds up mostly full of sardines, pulled pork, and a whole lot of cooked carrots. And one Slowpoke tail. He has no idea what ANY of it is gonna taste like, minus the fish-- and even that'll be a surprise, since he's only ever had fresh fish before.]
[Mama plods over to Ralph with the loaded tray in hand just in time to see the ice disaster, and Wrath tilts his head from his perch on her shoulders.]
... Is that one of the buttons I shouldn't press?