Pumbaa grinned widely after swallowing something from the plate, when Remy introduced himself. "Ohhh, well, pleased to meet you Remy!" he added in, before Timon continued to talk about their home.

He promptly returned to the food, tuning out Timon. Thinking of home and becoming homesick was the last thing he wanted. And, anyways, there was food to be eaten! There was SO much of it, and they all tasted so good and different. Well, mostly good. There were a few things he wasn't quite so sure about. While he might've been missing bugs, perhaps he could survive for now if they could always find food this tastely.

His feasting was interupted, however, when Timon suddenly addressed him.

The warthog looked to Timon, a little sheepishly. "Well, uhhh... maybe?" he admitted to hestiantly. Uh oh, busted.