“Come on, Stolas! You haven’t eaten all day, just eat the damned-“ You groaned, rubbing your face. Stolas was an extremely picky eater, and was refusing to eat the salmon you had made him.

“No!” He protested, turning his nose- er, beak up, crossing his arms like a child not getting what he wanted. He stuck his tongue out at you, causing you to roll your eyes.