Human food was not his normal fare. In fact, his father had once warned Didymus to stay far away from What Humans Ate. It was, he'd said, unnatural for a fox, and worse, it was demeaning to beg scraps from a human's table. But the aroma of this heavenly food known as 'bacon' proved too strong a pull, and Didymus found himself unconsciously steering Ambrosius toward the kitchen when he'd caught the scent.
The kibbles he'd found were filling, no doubt, but they could never take the place of fresh -- or even cooked -- meat. And so, he made his way into the kitchen, with a quiet, "Good day, milady," to the girl seated at the table, and continued on toward the stack of bacon piled onto a platter. Standing in the saddle, Didymus retrieved several slices -- four for himself, and four for Ambrosius. Then he laid them on a smaller platter, sat once more, and turned Ambrosius around, so that he could make his way to the table.
He set the platter on the table before dismounting, since it was easier to reach that way, and then climbed into a chair. The first slice was for his loyal steed, as a reward for bringing him to the kitchen and the bacon in the first place. Then he began to munch on another one for himself, turning to the fair maiden again with a smile, while Ambrosius gobbled his bacon from off the floor.