I don't know if this even a thing in other parts of Earth, but in my country very popular thing is eating cartilage from chicken legs just like every other part of meat. Foreigners are saying that this sound is the most disturbing one they ever heard. It's like very loud cracking bone.
What if herbivore heard this sound and automatically just started to look for predator in absolute terror? -- Anon Guest
[AN: Oh holy freaking Powers That Be, my daughter does this. She even chews on the bones. We got some extreme carnivores out my way.]
Adjusting to a new Ships' Human is always an interesting process. Interesting as in "interesting times" type interesting. Humans have an astonishing variety of personality types and an astonishing variety of personal quirks. Some will throw three random things into a pot and call it food, but will shun the idea of pineapple on pizza. That's just one example of the things Humans get randomly touchy about.
There only seem to be rules about this. Things like Don't mess with a Humans' loved-to-death soft toy might as well be written in stone, but there are also some Humans who don't take their beloved soft toys with them, and thus the trinkets they do take with them are therefore sacrosanct.
Food preferences are one of the things that cannot be predicted. Nonhuman members of the Alliance have learned to just leave Humans to do their thing. At least, this technique works most of the time. There's always an unexpected surprise with Humans, as Companion Thorq was busily discovering.
Humans liked to share meals as part of their bonding processes, so Companion Thorq ate her evening meal at the same time as Human Zef, which also involved sharing conversation. In this case, the conversation fell into a natural lull as chewing occurred.
Thorq wasn't even involved in Human Zef's presence until the crunch happened. Thorq startled and fluffed up her feathers on reflex as she sourced the noise to the interior of Human Zef's mouth. Human Zef continued chewing as if nothing was amiss.
Thorq, meanwhile, was alarmingly reminded that these Deathworlders were also predators. "Are you... eating bones?" quavered Thorq.
Crunch, crunch, crunch... swallow. "Huh? Nah. I like to eat the cartilage. It's not bone, but it's a reasonable impersonator."
Thorq decided to tell the truth. "You have reminded me that you are also a predator and I'm scared of you now."
"Okay, I'll knock it off when you're having dinner with me."
Humans. Their peculiarities have no end.
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