What about second breakfast? [Open]

[skyboundmisfit]

Tobias was hungry and a bit cranky. He was tired of eating ship-mush. No flavor, worse texture, and hard to get down with a beak. On top of that, while it might have the right nutrients, it just wasn't satisfying for either Tobias or the hawk-mind that nagged at him constantly. Real food. Real meat. And it was right there, scurrying through the underbrush in hydroponics without a care in the world. of course, he couldn't get it because the ship didn't want him to hurt its precious little bundles of delicious protein. Still. . .maybe this time he'd get lucky and find one without a tag.

He banked, then dove on his target. He could practically taste the warm, delicious meat as he extended his talons and--

--was caught in mid-air by a tentacle that gently deposited him in a nearby tree while Stacy admonished him.

||Please do not attempt to harm the tagged wildlife, Tobias. ||

< Fine, fine. Sheesh. > Denied, he ruffled his feathers and settled for looking grumpy.

< What's a bird got to do to get some real meat around here? >

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[changelingdude]

Speaking of food, Tobias may be amused or confused by the sight of a green hawk flying off in the distance with a bag of...some kind of alien snack food. It had a tentacle on the front holding a ball of something and the text was unreadable.

The green bird was casually gliding along like this was normal business though.

[skyboundmisfit]

Green bird with alien snack food. Weird, but not the weirdest thing he'd ever encountered, believe it or not. He flapped his wings and launched himself into the sky, working hard for a moment to gain altitude and glide towards the bird.

< If it has tentacles, why eat it? >

[changelingdude]

The bird bobbed a little and looked around before spotting Tobias. With a shrug he turned the bag in his talons. On the back was a bunch of alien gibberish and a picture of some green discs which one could assume was what could be found inside the bag.