Re: G Building
At the food table, Trixie darted from one item to the next, sampling the various eats with seemingly flighty attention to how she was ingesting them. Naturally, a few people were staring, but hey, when breakfast was something you had to run after, catch, kill, skin, and then cook yourself, going to an open food platter would be like setting Tarzan in a Italian resturant.
At Art's sudden proclamation, Trixie let out a small 'Eep!' and jumped about two feet. Fast-looking observers may have noticed a stubby limb appear from her uncovered back before shrinking back hurriedly as she tried to get her nerves together again.