It was odd being highly amused by something so simple. But the water tasted different coming through a straw and it was much easier. One did not have to lift the glass to drink. At the thought of loopy straws and Tyr’s obvious infatuation with them, Pyrath added it to the growing list of things she must do and/or get for Tyr. Maybe… maybe if she helped Tyr in her fascination of humans and got her everything she has ever wanted to try then maybe she would come back home.
She let Tyr do the talking; the lady seemed to answer better if Tyr asked. Though, it probably had to do with the asking rather than Pyrath’s simple demands. Though that thought would never cross her mind. So they would head to someone named Nora in search of hair product. When Tyr squealed, Pyrath turned and was rewarded with the sight of food. Her stomach growled and she grinned. It smelled amazing.
Pyrath looked to Tyr, “ We will go to Nora’s. First, show me how humans eat.” She knew she would do it wrong if she ate how dragons eat. Her stomach growled again so she grabbed a shrimp with her fingers and plopped it in her mouth since she couldn’t wait any longer to eat. It tasted so different! But so good. She happily sat and waited for Tyr to explain the proper way while she chewed the piece in her mouth.
The thought of going to Nora's house for hair supplies was pushed to the backburner when the food landed in front of the pair of dragons. Tyr might have already had a large shrimp halfway in her mouth just chewing when Pyrath turned around asking about how humans ate. Well, not how the excited Tyr had started off, she knew that much. She immediately took back the remaining part of the shrimp and placed it on her plate, looking around the table. "Uhm..." her face lit up as she remembered the things she'd seen. Truth be told this was only like the third time she'd eaten around humans. "Oh!"
"First you have these metal things that are different shapes for different stuff. I think they're called silverware, which is weird because I've never seen anyone wear them," she picked up the fork. "I think you stab your food with this since human nails aren't good enough to be claws, and you eat things. Oh! And don't eat the shells they taste bad to human tongues. And uhm, some food you can eat with your hands and some you can't and I don't know the rules, I just know the stabby ones are bad for liquidy things." She was thinking of cereal, though she'd only gotten some to play with once and not to eat - she was a dragon after all, and as such she refused to eat even sweet treats instead of meat.
Right as Tyr mentioned shells, Pyrath reached in her mouth to pull the shell of the shrimp she was eating out. She dropped it on the table next to her plate. Pyrath wanted to laugh at Tyr’s explanation. It helped but it was still funny. Pyrath picked up another shrimp and looked at it. The shell was at the end, so how did one get it out of the shell. She bit one end of the shrimp and pulled on the shell. She was rewarded with the shell slipping off as well as flinging juice in front of her. Oops. Munching happily, she picked up the fork and regarded it.
Stabbing the fish in the middle, she picked it up and took a bite out of it before plopping the fish back on her plate with the fork sticking out of it. “It is so much more… work.”
Tyr had another shrimp just sticking out of her mouth while she chewed. She was so busy having fun watching Pyrath experiment with her new human form that she didn't exactly remember her own manners. She wasn't entirely sure, but for the moment it might be even more fun than the humans themselves. Tyr felt like she was an expert human compared to her older sister, which was funny considering they were both pretty novice compared to actual honest to goodness humans. "Well humans aren't expert predators like we are," she reminded Pyrath through her giggling. "And I think you use the pointy ones kinda differently. I haven't seen anyone else pick up the whole fish piece."
She looked around for clues, but she missed any crucial clues. The only people around after their wait for food were the women behind them and a couple of other people who were eating weird human things made of frozen milk and vanilla. The people behind them were quite happy to seem too busy to be talked to. "Uhhh... maybe fish is the hand food?"
Pyrath regarded the fork sticking out of the fish solemnly. She flicked it with her middle finger. It made a twang sound and she giggled. She continued to do it until the fork fell out of the fish and skirted across the table and onto the floor with a clang. Oops, again. She held in her laugh and glanced at Tyr. "Finger food?" With a shrug she grabbed the fish in both hands and bit a chunk out of it. It tastes the same but it made her hands greasy. Setting the fish down, she licked her fingers. "I'm not sure that's quite it either."
Drinking water through her straw she hummed to herself while people watching like Tyr was doing earlier. She saw a woman kiss a man on the cheek, smiling and chatting excitedly.Turning to anther human, she saw him sipping a frothy drink. Another woman was eating a liquid with another of these silverware.
"Hmmm..." Tyr saw the woman kiss the man, tilting her head. "I think humans like putting their lips on certain people. Kissing I think..." Dragons didn't exactly have that ability, so the concept was nearly foreign even to her, the foremost expert on humans as far as the four young dragons went. Were they the youngest set of dragons? It was quite possible, but who knew?
"Oh!" Tyr picked up the spoon and used it to cut the fish into a small chunk. Luckily it was a soft meat, so it was easy to cut even with the scooping utensil. "Ha! I remembered~" she grinned triumphantly. She then stabbed it with her own fork and handed the smaller chunk to Pyrath. She knelt down and picked up the other fork, unconcerned for the germs humans were so afraid of. Dragons weren't susceptible to very many diseases, and the ones they were didn't usually come from the ground where humans were walking. She did grab her napkin and wipe it off a bit, at least. "How's that?"
