[ Sissel sits up at the offer of food, leaning over as if to start eating when suddenly Terriermon's ears puff out behind him, pulling Sissel back — nearly off the stool, in fact! — before he lets the air out and Sissel regains his balance. ]
What was that for, Terrier?!
Don't use your snout, use your hands! That's what we've got 'em for, you see?
Oh... Fine, I guess I can see the point of that. [ Which means he then begins to pick up small handfuls to bring to his mouth instead. Baby steps! Of course, he does know what utensils are and how people use them, but he never really did get the why of it. If people can pick things up, why not cut out the middle man? ]
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What was that for, Terrier?!
Don't use your snout, use your hands! That's what we've got 'em for, you see?
Oh... Fine, I guess I can see the point of that. [ Which means he then begins to pick up small handfuls to bring to his mouth instead. Baby steps! Of course, he does know what utensils are and how people use them, but he never really did get the why of it. If people can pick things up, why not cut out the middle man? ]