"Reomo and Aster are good." He swung his feet, staring up at Gabriel blankly, before smiling brightly. He hummed for a moment, then looked over at Azriel for a moment. He watched him, then looked down at the grey man.
Non to stealthily, he stole a piece of bacon off the table and set it beside him.
"Reomo says you slept in a tree again, Gabriel. He says that one day you will develop back pains." He watched the little grey man, then looked up at his friend again and hugged his arm. "And that, if you like bacon so much, he could get you some proper meat. But he will not tell me from where the meat would come." He paused, looked at the bowl, which was shaking again, and glared.
It stopped shaking.
He eyed it a moment, before looking back up at his friend. "He then calls you a birdbrain." He paused, then bounced and looked back at Azriel. "And Reomo says good morning to you too, Mr. Azriel."