[ Gen briefly forgets about everything else when Eustace ladles out the soup. His ears perk up, his tail whaps against the log he's sitting on, and he eagerly reaches forth to take the bowl offered to him. The fact that it's a meat he's never tried before means he does take a cautious sniff first, but it doesn't smell weird, so -- he takes one careful sip of the broth first, then his tail thumps on the log as he digs in properly. Eating with only one hand means he's forced to awkwardly wedge the bowl between his knees to handle his spoon, but whatever. It's fine.

He looks up from his food only once he's demolished like half of it in ten seconds. ]

Oh yeah, you mentioned you grew up in the woods. [ Sorry Eustace. Just casually bringing up shit you have no memory of. Gen bites his spoon in thought for a moment before mumbling, ] ... I've never even been camping before all this.

[ So it's hard to imagine himself enduring this lifestyle forever. Maybe a bear will eat him three weeks in, or something. Gen gnaws slowly at a piece of meat for a moment, brow furrowed in thought, before tossing the little bone aside. When he speaks again, his tone of voice is serious for once -- not griping or complaining, but genuinely contemplative. ]

It seems too easy. Getting to live the good life just by siding with either of them. And the fact that we have to ask for it -- it means they don't actually care about us unless we're with'em. Maybe it'll be fine for as long as it lasts, but it kind of creeps me out. [ He huffs, takes a sip of the broth, then continues. ] Don't like Yima. She reminds me too much of this psycho, controlling bitch from back home. Dunno about the other guy, haven't spoken to him yet.

[ A glance towards Gray, to see if she has anything to contribute about them. ]