They're both willing to take the subject change, no matter how obvious and awkward; C'taqa smiles, the trapped look disappearing from his eyes. "I've been making stuff like that for a while. I'm sure yours were just fine."

"Have you been feeding people again?" Thancred teases, mirth writ large on his face.

"When do I not?" C'taqa counters, tail curling into a cheeky arch.