“Well, that was nice of you,” Pangaea said to Sparky after seeing her distribute food to not just him, but Guido, Nana, Cera, Tricia, Daniel, and Petrie as well. “Thank you very much!”
“Yeah, thanks!” said Guido, just as pleased as Pangaea. By now his initial fear of Sparky had almost totally disappeared.
To Sparky’s offer for leaves (before he considered that it might not have been directed at him), Pangaea responded, “No thanks. I tried a tree star after I first got here, but I just couldn’t gag that thing down.”
“Nah, I’m good,” Guido said, apparently having thought that Sparky had been talking to him, too. He turned to Pangaea. “Say, Pangaea, do you want to share some of my crawlers?”
Pangaea looked at the squirming caterpillars. Despite having spent at least forty hours as an insectivorous dinosaur, he still had an aversion to popping a live insect into his mouth. “No thanks,” he declined politely, “I’ll stick with the tree sweet.”
“Suit yourself,” Guido replied, before he gleefully began gleaning caterpillars off the leaves.
Suppressing a gourmandish attack on the tree sweet for the sake of politeness, Pangaea took a deep but unhurried bite into the fruit, swallowing the lump of nectary flesh that came loose. He followed up with another bite that overlapped the first, then another, and another, and another, turning the fruit with each bite until he had worked all the way around it, in the same manner as he would have eaten an apple. However, his narrow, pointed jaws meant that the ring of bites was much narrower than the one he would have made with a comparatively scaled human mouth. Turning the fruit vertically, he started taking long, guillotining bites out of the untouched parts of the fruit on either side of the bite ring. Within a couple of minutes, he had succeeded in removing the majority of the fruit’s flesh.
Guido, meanwhile, addressed Daniel’s offer. “Uh, thanks,” he said. “I’ll remember that.”