Once Pretzel had a bowl full of kibble (though he made short work of it), Llewellyn helped Rhy get the food out and situated on the little end table with a curious look. Once the lids were off the smell was distracting enough that he almost missed the next suggestion.

He does though, a small grin on his face a moment later. “You know, I hadn’t thought of that either. You’re right, though, I fear I’ve gotten too used to eating out of the takeout boxes. We should find something in a nice pattern? Perhaps some new drinkware as well...”