[Partner sniffs without smelling-- or at least not smelling what Riddick can. Magic, Arthas said. Life force.
He starts nibbling affectionately at the sleeve of her jacket, matching her grooming attentions; he is a social animal, and fortunately years with Riddick have accustomed him to other social animals being on two legs.]
Herbal. I'll save the caffeination until I need it. Got some condensed milk, you want-?
[The kettle boils and it is poured out into his sturdy, camping-gear teapot, with some leaf tea in a bag.]
Re: Spam
He starts nibbling affectionately at the sleeve of her jacket, matching her grooming attentions; he is a social animal, and fortunately years with Riddick have accustomed him to other social animals being on two legs.]
Herbal. I'll save the caffeination until I need it. Got some condensed milk, you want-?
[The kettle boils and it is poured out into his sturdy, camping-gear teapot, with some leaf tea in a bag.]