With our conversation settled, I decided it was time for breakfast. I reached into my pack and pulled out the rations I had brought with me, basic military fare that was designed for sustenance rather than taste. I unwrapped a portion of dried meat and bread, offering some to Vitaliara.
"Would you like some?" I asked, holding out a piece of the dried meat to her.
Vitaliara wrinkled her nose, her expression one of clear distaste. [Dull human food is the worst of its kind,] she said, turning her head away from the offered food.
I raised an eyebrow, curious about her reaction. "What do you mean by that?"
She flicked her tail dismissively in the direction of the rations. [That dried meat you're holding and those other rations you brought from the military—they're bland, tasteless, and devoid of any life essence. They might sustain you, but they do nothing for a creature like me.]
