[He sort of forgot he was wearing Tavros's coat. But of course he came in; a troll with as much STRENGTH as he did needed to consume far more than an normal troll. Really, his metabolism was ridiculous.]

[He looks as the table shifts under Tavros's weight, half of a carrot stick poking out of his mouth. What did the lowblood think he was doing?]

There is nothing wrong with eating sensibly. And get your hindquarters off the table, immediately. People eat off that part of the table, and you're getting your filth everywhere.

[He pauses, reaching out to try and snag the apple back] Also, that is mine. Get your own.