"Ratatouille? Sounds more like you're on the menu than cooking it." Timon commented while listening to Remy. His paws flew at the plates content, grabbing whatever they could before the warthog could bring his snout down onto plate again. "You know, this could be like a vacation for you." he continued, hoping to comfort their guest before stuffing his mouth with all the food he could manage.
This place that had been mentioned, Paris, it sounded like a place he wouldn't mind visiting. If the food was this good and came in this quantity, he and Pumbaa would get along with the business owners juuuust great. Assuming they were able to afford the food. Money was the last on his mind. He wondered more if humans could understand the animals there as they could in Paixao. It would explain how the rodent could gain status of chef in one of their restaurants. Head chef at that. -not that he had anything against Remy being a cook. He was actually rather curious what sort of dishes the rat could produce.
Swallowing the current mouthful of food in his mouth, the meerkat nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It's nothing like here though. There ain't so much as one human 'round, unlike this place. Plus there aren't any of those buildings around or some dome over our heads either. There's real plants, mud holes, bugs..."
He let out a wishful sigh, reminded of the little guys after the warthogs comment. However, he hadn't much time to think about them for his eyes had caught a rather surprising sight. "Pumbaa, did you take a bite outta this n' put it back?"
Re: Very Back Table, 12:30ish
This place that had been mentioned, Paris, it sounded like a place he wouldn't mind visiting. If the food was this good and came in this quantity, he and Pumbaa would get along with the business owners juuuust great. Assuming they were able to afford the food. Money was the last on his mind. He wondered more if humans could understand the animals there as they could in Paixao. It would explain how the rodent could gain status of chef in one of their restaurants. Head chef at that. -not that he had anything against Remy being a cook. He was actually rather curious what sort of dishes the rat could produce.
Swallowing the current mouthful of food in his mouth, the meerkat nodded. "Yeah, I think so. It's nothing like here though. There ain't so much as one human 'round, unlike this place. Plus there aren't any of those buildings around or some dome over our heads either. There's real plants, mud holes, bugs..."
He let out a wishful sigh, reminded of the little guys after the warthogs comment. However, he hadn't much time to think about them for his eyes had caught a rather surprising sight. "Pumbaa, did you take a bite outta this n' put it back?"