"My instincts are telling me to eat as is," Hank said, looking at the butcher apologetically and bobbing his head. "Thank you sir, for your assistance. I'm sorry if my presence disrupted your work business." He turned and shuffled after the Doctor, being very careful to not knock over any display cases. He looked at the meat, feeling guilty, but couldn't help sniffing at it again after her got his large frame into the space ship.
The mention of jam did catch some interest though. Hank's sweet tooth certainly hadn't disappeared. If anything he found himself longing more for Twinkies, but he ignored that. "I would very much appreciate some jam," he said, then sat back and as out of the way as possible, watching what the Doctor did with the meat carefully despite himself.
"It's odd. My brain must have changed as well, though not as much as my body. I feel all of the instincts of the bear yet am able to retain my human consciousness.... something a bear brain isn't developed enough for." He pondered this and scooted forward, very ready for jam and meat.