"I'm Remy," the rat said as he watched the two work on consuming a sizable chunk of the table's offerings. Obviously, he had found some people who really liked to eat! It reminded him a little of his brother, especially the comment about eating bugs. Remy tried not to make a face at that. At least bugs were better than garbage - more natural and all that. "I'm the head chef of La Ratatouille, in Paris. Or at least, I used to be... Kind of hard to work somewhere you can't get back to."

His expression turned a little unhappy at the thought. "I really miss the place. I hope they're getting along okay without me..." They would probably be okay for a little while, he assumed. At least until people started wanting something new for the chef's special...

"So... you say you're from the Pridelands?" he asked, changing the topic to something a little less worrisome for himself. "I take it that's somewhere in Africa?"