[Despite the sheer quantity of food laid out on the table, Avi doesn't tear through it like a creature expecting a ten year famine. Starting with a single soft taco, he takes the smallest bites that his crocodile-like jaws allow, chewing slowly to more fully experience the flavor and texture. It doesn't seem like any of the ingredients are fresh, but neither are they spoiled.
So preoccupied with trying to puzzle out how such a thing could be, he doesn't immediately notice Gus except as a blur in the periphery. Amber-gold eyes flick over, sizing him up for a long moment...then Avi nods once, biting into his taco again.]
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So preoccupied with trying to puzzle out how such a thing could be, he doesn't immediately notice Gus except as a blur in the periphery. Amber-gold eyes flick over, sizing him up for a long moment...then Avi nods once, biting into his taco again.]
If you'd like. [Munch munch.] What sort of notes?