Chew, chew, chew.
This jerky was terribly dry and didn’t have much going for it but, admittedly, it was fun to chew on something that didn’t recoil away from him. ”No,” He shook his head. “This isn’t home to me; as… nice and non-threatening as it may be. And don’t get huffy about this either, I don’t care. It’s just different to me. Everything here is.”
”.. Steak sounds wonderful.”
And swallow. The jerky was finished— temper eliminated in record time.
To hear Finitevus say that was admittedly more disheartening than he cared to admit. Even if Finitevus refused to accept it as fact, Ivo had already decided that his home was Finitevus’ home. Even if the small echidna was less-than-accepting of the idea.
"Hm… Very well then. I’ve picked up some nice ones at the market the other day, I didn’t even need to steal them this time. I’ve also managed to abscond with a fairly healthy sized barrel of wine. Vintage, as I’ve been told." Being a rarity in and of itself, another legitimately purchased item. He hardly knew why he decided to go with such an honorable stance; likely it was just his good mood influencing his actions or something.
He stood from the table then turned to the doorway, straightening out his jacket as he passed the metal door frame. “I’ll get right on it, then. Extra rare?”