Miss Fable and Miss Epona had brought him to a PARTY! A wedding, they called it! Two people in love committing to one another! It was an interesting concept, and he wondered if his Mutter and Dante wouldn't get married one day. They seemed to spend a lot of time together, were happy together. So were Fox and Fable; he wondered if they were married, and resolved to ask about it as soon as he saw her.

Or.... Epona. Either worked, he thought as he saw her imbibing in some juicy looking berries.

Miss Epona!

He bounded forward, glad his wrist once more supported him and apparently not even noticing the slight limp he'd earned from it. What's that! As he reached her and asked, he bounced on his paws and grabbed a hearty mouthful. They were more sour than he expected! It had so much flavor! Normally, things all tasted just about the same, bland, boring. Textures were fun to explore, at least! But this!? This was great! Esh're gud he mumbled happily around them before swallowing, grinning with pink teeth.

Miss Epona, are Fable and Foxglove married too? Have you ever been married? He had never seen her with anyone, but that didn't mean she hadn't once been! He was old enough now to understand death, though he'd never seen it up-close in a sentient creature - only his meals and the critters he was learning to hunt for said meals. Perhaps something had happened to her husband. Oh, dear - maybe he shouldn't have asked.

The berries immediately made his belly bubbly-feeling, which was a weird sensation in and of itself.