“Human jaws aren’t as good as anything,” he agreed to her, nodding in commiseration. He straightened up, grabbing his tray. “I can climb,” Animal promised her. He was always climbing to the top of Ferris Wheels or construction equipment; he had to climb scaffolding and ladders and ropes every day here, but he’d already done that at his old jobs as well.
He carried his plates to dispose of them; ordinarily he would’ve left the mess, unconcerned, but he figured that sort of thing didn't fly here. It was weird enough, the enchanted communal living, but he didn’t want to be ex-communicated from it.