Chipping away at the rock solid stones was a rather difficult job, it involves plenty of focus, patience, as well as strength. Which is why it was no better job for Starchy, the moltato! The small potato-mole-hybrid grunts with each swing of his pick-axe, sweat dripping from his forehead, armpits, and wherever else moles can sweat, if they even do.

After hacking at the crystal filled walls for a while, he finally decides that now would be a great time for a lunchbreak! He sets down his tool carefully, as to not break it or anything around it. He scurries over to a rock he had left his lunchpack at, sitting down next to it and reaching out to grab his lunch

His hand rummages through the pack, firstly searching for water, because his throat was dryer than a overcooked salmon. He grasps his bottle, popping open the lid before chugging down about half the bottle- if not more- before taking a breath and screwing the lid right back on. He had spilled a little onto himself, but he only casually wipes the few droplets off onto the rocky ground.

Now that he had practically drowned himself in water, he was starving! All that mining sure does make a miner hungry after all (or he was just a fattass, either would work really)! He sticks his clawed hand back into the lunch package, looking for the food he had packed and-

...nothing...?

Surely he had packed something! He remembered to do so this time! Right??? Some critter must've gotten into it!

"Darn rodents...! Always gettin' into my food when i'm starvin.."

The words left his mouth, not directed towards anyone, since he was alone, supposedly. He tossed his bag to the side, letting out a few annoyed grumbles and annoyed mutters of rather rude things.

Sigh, not much he could do now, eh? He stays sitting for a moment, not really wanting to go back to working on an empty stomach. But he didn't have much of a choice. So he rocks himself out of his seated position, reaching down to pick up his tool.

Step step step...step step...

"What in thee world..."

He mutters, turning around to see an unfamiliar face. The sight startles him greatly, almost making him jump out of his own fur.

"AUGH-!!"

The moletato clutches his chest, as if he was having a heart attack- which he wasn't- but boy did it feel like it!. He lets out a loud exhale, coughing on pure air

"WHAT IN EARTHBREAD POSSESSED YOU TO SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT???"

The Scottish (i think-???) mole exclaims, clearly startled and pissed with your sudden appearance. Why in the world would someone like.....you...be in a cave like this??