“Snacks? SnAckS???” 

Bezaliel chirped happily, to the point many of his soft-looking markings glowed with excitement. He didn’t want to give up his space in the taller, beamed ceilings— it meant flying down and dealing with the ruckus going on. Granted, it was dying down at this point, but it hurt his braincells too much to care. It’s not like they were his pack, anyways! It’s not like he [i]had[/i] to deal with the loud noises, like the downy twins and the loud chattering and bickering of his elders and other packs. 

There [i]were[/i] some people he cared for, in this hodge-podge of morons, however. He decided to hop between the support beams, still not willing to give up his little private space, until he stood above Dr. Gate, Lauden, the guard, and Sabriel. He paused as his tail wrapped around the edge of the giant piece of wood, as he leaned down to try and meet everyone in a closer face-to-face. 

“What… uncrustaBLEs? Uncrustable EAT? Can [i]I[/i] eaT?” 

Maybe he sounded like some dumb parrot, but… it was a genuine question. Bezaliel was an obligate carnivore— maybe there were meat uncrustables, whatever they were..? Last time he checked hazelnuts and strawberries weren’t meat, though.