[Arctic sits himself at the table and waits, not entirely sure why he's even playing along with this. He's probably too wrapped up in his own head to be truly argumentative, really... Too depressed at the dismal outlook of multiple days stuck on this station.
The good news is: IceWings love fish, actually. But, Arctic doesn't eat any yet. The tray gets set down in front of him, and he blinks at it with vague surprise. The human is gone again before he can question her, so. He mindlessly spears a smelt on one claw, staring at it absentmindedly...
Foeslayer... He's not sure why he thinks of her now. Maybe he's never really NOT thinking of her. Did she ever tell him her opinion on smelt? She must have had one. She had an opinion about everything. If he had to guess, he'd say most likely she did tell him, and they disagreed, and that would have been one of the many thousands of ridiculous arguments they'd had.
He's still staring at the fish when the human comes back again with that massive tray of meat, and... By all the snow spirits... She really wasn't messing around, was she? He blinks down at the tray of meat in utter bafflement, silent for a moment, before he looks back at her, head cocked slightly.]
...Why are you doing all of this for me?
[There's less bite to his words than usual. He sounds guarded, and suspicious, but mainly just confused. He was used to being waited on hand and foot back in the Ice Kingdom, but that was because everyone knew he was a Prince. He doesn't have that kind of status here, no matter how often he may grumble about it.]
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The good news is: IceWings love fish, actually. But, Arctic doesn't eat any yet. The tray gets set down in front of him, and he blinks at it with vague surprise. The human is gone again before he can question her, so. He mindlessly spears a smelt on one claw, staring at it absentmindedly...
Foeslayer... He's not sure why he thinks of her now. Maybe he's never really NOT thinking of her. Did she ever tell him her opinion on smelt? She must have had one. She had an opinion about everything. If he had to guess, he'd say most likely she did tell him, and they disagreed, and that would have been one of the many thousands of ridiculous arguments they'd had.
He's still staring at the fish when the human comes back again with that massive tray of meat, and... By all the snow spirits... She really wasn't messing around, was she? He blinks down at the tray of meat in utter bafflement, silent for a moment, before he looks back at her, head cocked slightly.]
...Why are you doing all of this for me?
[There's less bite to his words than usual. He sounds guarded, and suspicious, but mainly just confused. He was used to being waited on hand and foot back in the Ice Kingdom, but that was because everyone knew he was a Prince. He doesn't have that kind of status here, no matter how often he may grumble about it.]