Some real fancy fine dining over here. Rosa looked at the plate on the table, then to Seivarden, and it was easy to tell that she was just trying not to smirk, even as a panther.

She did appreciate the gesture, though, and she also appreciated the fact that it was easier to not show that she did in her current state. She just slinked off the couch, stretched out again, and padded over to the table and sniffed at the meat tentatively. Then she sat and decided to wait for Seivarden to go get her tea before figuring out the best way to actually eat it, because she had a feeling it was just going to keep being awkward for both of them otherwise.