[a few moments after everyone has been served, WV's dessert has been reduced to a few crumbs stuck to his face, the plate, and the tabletop. Ribbons speaks while he's in the process of plucking crumbs from his face and eating them, and he looks at Ribbons in surprise with a clawtip in his mouth]
Your own...! Ah.
[he's torn between no we cannot release you out upon the rest of the population until we are SURE and YES YES, PLEASE LEAVE THIS MINUTE AND NEVER DARKEN OUR DOORSTEP OR SHED GREEN HAIRS IN OUR SINK AGAIN, so he quickly shoots PM a look. He is your dictator, that looks says.]
PM? What is your professional opinion with regards to the progress of Ribbons' moral rehabilitation?