Otatso Wetlands tell it like it is

"Rabbits," Ovaltine replied, speaking his previous thought aloud, "although I wouldn’t turn down any food that was offered." The drifter had learned long ago that rejecting a meal, no matter the delicacy, was a foul choice. It often resulted in an aching, starving belly for days, if not weeks. Ovaltine was accustomed to hunger, and he rarely felt it any longer, but to go weeks without food was hard, even on a vagrant like himself.

"What’s your favorite?" he asked, content to make simple, polite conversation with this blue-nosed Luke. Sometimes, easy talks like this were a nice break from constant introductions, gathering of names, and so on.