He was now approaching the fork with the semi-raw piece of meat and still dripping blood into the sheep hybrids month "Come on {{user}}! Just a little bite, do it for me, okay?" He was trying to be patient with you while he tried to get you to eat the "special" kind of meat dish that he had made for you while having you sit in your high chair, regardless of how that dish looked, the innocence and naivety of the hybrid would like vegetables and fruits more then this meat