[ It takes a few seconds for Rex to reply. He wouldn't talk with his mouth full but you can't just stop eating at his pace. He has to decelerate, get himself to a slower velocity until it's safe to spend a few seconds drinking heavily with a finger raised in a 'with you in a moment' way. Once that's all washed down, he answers. ]
It's alright, I suppose.
[ Though the slight glow of satisfaction to his cheeks implies he's enjoying himself more than he says. As if that couldn't be told just by looking at him. ]
...Did I eat off your plate?
[ His brain is slowly catching up with his stomach, and he asks that with a genuinely quizzical look. ]
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It's alright, I suppose.
[ Though the slight glow of satisfaction to his cheeks implies he's enjoying himself more than he says. As if that couldn't be told just by looking at him. ]
...Did I eat off your plate?
[ His brain is slowly catching up with his stomach, and he asks that with a genuinely quizzical look. ]