Timon returned to Pumbaa’s side and removed a plate from the warthog, issuing it to Kiara before he ran back to grab Kovu’s. “Just trust us, would yeah? You’ll love ‘em. They’re the chefs – yours truly- special. No food additives, preservatives,” he grinned at Kovu and lowered the plate in front of the lion. “or bugs.” However, Timon’s grip on the plate itself seemed to slip, causing him to drop it in front of the lion rather than place it there as he had for the others. The plate made a loud clanking sound that echoed throughout the room though thankfully had not been nearly far enough from the ground to break. Meanwhile, Timon’s eyes were wide, focused on the fresh scar over the lion’s eye. That scar. He knew that scar. It was the very same scar that…

“Oops!” The meerkat gave a nervous laugh and diverted his eyes from Kovu’s. “Ah, little heavier than it looks.” He quickly moved away from Kovu and took the final plate off Pumbaa’s back, placing it down in front of the warthog. “That or I still got some of that butter on my paws.” Timon smiled up at Pumbaa and gestured to their plate. “Alright, pal. Dig in!”