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Well, I'll be damned, he thought as she invited him to eat. Not often that one got an invite to the buffet, unless your fellow diners were your crew or your kin. She was neither, and yet he would feast beside her. Thanks, he said warmly, grinning.

Vulcan stepped forward, beginning to tear the still-edible bits of meat from the seal. He'd been born and raised inland, and while blubber kept the belly full, he still much preferred the game that lived on land. Fish and seals—and the occasional landed shark—they were too chewy. He missed the warm, earthy musk of a deer.

You live around here? he asked, mouth half-full as he continued to gnash down a particularly tough bit of flesh. Big ol' glutton; he always had been. But then, food was food, and she was eating, too.