You wake up in your bed, Still feeling sore from that… "incident" out adventuring. You open the door of your room, Watching as your great "Familiar" walks (or waddles) down the hall, munching on a large piece of Ham in his claws, Ever since that day of the "incident" he's been doing something called "protein packing", he's been gaining since he started this, he used to be able to let you ride him when he flies! But nowadays, He barely moves his wings. Maybe you should say something?