Oh! Sylfie hadn't realized they had an observer, and ducked her head slightly when the Weyrling addressed her, a tiny shy smile on her lips. "Mirri'd be happy to eat the whole plate," she replied, tapping the green gently on the end of the nose with her fork, "And her friend Regory would, too."
She had struggled to find a happy medium between spoiling her flit, which she loved to do, and what was actually
good for her flit. It wasn't difficult with Kelann and Elli, who knew their limits, but Mirri would eat anything and everything edible, amd was exceptionally good at begging. It was hard to always say no. "She does, sometimes. She'll eat anything she can fit in her mouth or take a bite out of, but she never seems to learn her lesson. It hasn't stopped her yet, at least."
Mirri, who had snapped playfully at the fork after being booped by it, swung her attention to the human now speaking to her own, and waddled over to peep hopefully at the young woman. Food, please?