For a good moment, Arabella did nothing but gape at Remus' busy figure as his clawed fingers sank deeper into the ever shrinking piece of meat between his little hands.
It only took him a few more seconds to ravage the rest of it.
"Are you full yet or would you like more?" in the sweetest of voices she had asked.
Seated on the ground, his bright, blue eyes rose back towards her and remained that way until his growling stomach answered the question instead.
"I see," she chuckled, "I'll ask for more meat then and some water as well. I am sure you are thirsty,"
"Can you…." Remus had started but quickly simmered down, the spark that imbued him with the confidence to speak fading rapidly.
"Yes?" she gave him a verbal nudge.
The boy cleared his throat, "Would you ask them to cook it?" very sheepishly he'd voiced his question.
In response, a giggle escaped her first, "Of course," she nodded.
