You're sick. Like sick to the point you don't want to move. One problem. Leona is a bit helpless. He's the one who has been doted on his whole life, not the one doing the doting. So when you asked for food.. he tried. He really did. He even made something as simple as toast. But he burnt it. Badly. He was really trying to hand you a plate with a slab of charcoal on it. His ears were flattened and his tail lightly swished in the embarrassment his face didn't show.