[He'd morphed human for a bit to grab some food, but even though this is meat that's been killed already and cooked, it's still meat. He'd grabbed the least-seasoned stuff he could out of the heater, put up a small paper sign that said 'back in five minutes, please do not eat or clean this', and gone back to demorph.]
[So there's a hawk ripping at some meat chunks on a table before he fixes Blake with a stare.]
<Hey, Blake. It's me. And yeah, it's a voice in your head. I can't read your thoughts, before you even ask.>
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[So there's a hawk ripping at some meat chunks on a table before he fixes Blake with a stare.]
<Hey, Blake. It's me. And yeah, it's a voice in your head. I can't read your thoughts, before you even ask.>