When Bart saw how Teddy ate, he suddenly felt right at home. He didn't put as many crazy combinations on his plate, but he certainly piled it high. In fact, most of what he grabbed barely made it to his plate before it was gone in a blur of motion from plate to mouth and back again. Unlike Teddy though, Bart's focus was on the starchy, carb-laden side dishes and proteins-- he had about six dinner rolls, a mountain of potatoes, a quarter of the casserole dish of macaroni and cheese, enough stuffing to build a small house, turkey and several slices of ham. And this was Bart at his most polite, trying to save food for everyone else.
By the time Bart noticed that Teddy was doing something odd (and that everyone was staring at him), all of the food on his plate was gone and he was faced with a couple bones of his own. He cocked his head to one side as he watched Teddy go after the leg bones, then picked one of the wing bones up from his own plate, peering at it curiously before sticking it in his mouth and crunching down on the delicate bone.
He made a face, then promptly spit the bone shards out into his napkin.
One minute his plate was full of tiny bones, the next it was clean and the pile on Teddy's plate had grown exponentially, static still sparking off of Bart's hair as he went after pies next.