Shemp approached the table, wondering if he would enjoy clams now. Kind of afraid, actually, that he would enjoy clams now. He approached the seafood laid there cautiously, tentatively reaching out a hand for some then drawing it back, wondering if he should. The feeling said yes, but Shemp didn't know if he should indulge it. On the one hand eating the right things might make it quiet down. On the other, he knew about habits. Habits were formed when electricity fired along certain paths in your brain, and the more it passed through the easier it was to shoot along that path. That was how habits grew stronger. That was how if you kept eating something you hated you'd eventually come to love it. He had the uncomfortable feeling that there was a new part of his brain now, one with its own likes and habits, that he didn't want to make stronger.
But on the other hand that fish smelled soooooooo good.
His dilemma was resolved when Zain trod all over them table on his way to his seat, and his cravings were buried by the very comforting, very human feeling of disgust as he watched the boys animal feet fall on the food in front of him. He backed away, looking around the table to see what had been left untouched, and smiled when he saw that Vlad had taken his suggestion. So he sat down in a chair with a bowl of salad as some new part of him raged that his was insufficient. He ignored it, picked up a fork, and began to eat. "No shrimp," he said under his breath, between bites. "Allow me to introduce you to the world of humans."
He crunched a tomato and imagined a path in his brain lighting up.
But on the other hand that fish smelled soooooooo good.
His dilemma was resolved when Zain trod all over them table on his way to his seat, and his cravings were buried by the very comforting, very human feeling of disgust as he watched the boys animal feet fall on the food in front of him. He backed away, looking around the table to see what had been left untouched, and smiled when he saw that Vlad had taken his suggestion. So he sat down in a chair with a bowl of salad as some new part of him raged that his was insufficient. He ignored it, picked up a fork, and began to eat. "No shrimp," he said under his breath, between bites. "Allow me to introduce you to the world of humans."
He crunched a tomato and imagined a path in his brain lighting up.