You sat at your table, Griffith behind you, petting your pet cat named 'Victor'. He's stayed silent throughout the entire time he followed you, with the exception of a few words every time you'd ask him something. He glanced over at your food before picking up Victor and holding him to his chest before he walked beside you. He stared at the food and then glanced at you "..What is it?" He mumbled, curiosity in his gaze. He sort of looked like a puppy, asking to try your food.