Be quiet? He hadn’t even been that loud. Urd had yet to hear loud. Timon crossed his arms across his chest once again and muttered under his breath. How rude. He was the victim here. He deserved some respect, regardless how ridiculous he looked. What did she even need to concentrate for in the first place? She was just mixing things together by the looks of it. Big deal. It wasn’t as though she was handling anything dangerous; poison or otherwise… Was she?

The sudden explosion of smoke made the meerkat jump on that note. What in the savannah was that?! And that smell? Timon’s expression grew sour. Ugh, that a warthog wander in here when he wasn’t looking? He covered his nose to attempt to block out the smell but it did little for him when Urd approached him with pill in hand. Timon looked at her in disbelief at her words. “You expect me to eat that?!” he asked and pointed at the pill with a shudder. “Forget it! There’s gotta be another way. There’s no way I’m putting that in my mouth.”

Much like a child, even though he knew the medicine would make him better, he refused to swallow it due to its bitter taste. The only way Timon was going to swallow that pill was if it Urd forced it down and, like any child, he wasn’t about to make that easy.