Azraela pokes at the burger silently, staring at it a moment. She trusted him, about the kid back their in the park, because she really had no where to put him. "How do you eat this?" She asks. She took a bite and was appolled at the taste, only because she hadn't been prepared for it. Grease filled her mouth and she almost gagged on the meat, because she'd never eaten meat before. She shoves it away wondering what her father would say if he saw her eating this. He'd say nothing, she realized, he'd sit there and smile or eat it with her. Mother, now her MOTHER would have a fit. The woman was the definition of VE-GI-TA-RI-AN. Azrael examines the burger silently ruffling her wing feathers in disgust before trying another bite, this time prepared for that awful taste, and it wasn't so bad... in fact it was pretty good. She still didn't care for it. She scrunches her nose slightly before looking over at him. Something had flickered on his face when she said her name, was it possible for anyone down here to know her father? Most likely not. She sighs heavily. Marcoh? Odd name, but so was hers. More-so was hers. "Please to meet you." She smiles and pushes the burger away. "I don't think I can stomach this." She was right, her stomach was furious with her. Rolling over on itself and bucking, she almost gagged again, but managed not to. Note to self, burgers not safe. She thought hiding her thoughts perfectly under her smile...
Don't hate what you can't see
Don't fight what you can't be
Don't deny what you can't believe
Don't ignore what you hear