[He eyes Albel up a bit, before grinning in amusement and shaking his head as he spoons up a bowl for himself.] He looks like a cat that caught the canary, so wild animal seems pretty accurate.

[He laughs a little and glances over at Cliff, shrugging in the direction of the stove.]

Soup's ready, if you want some. There are sandwiches on the table. some are grilled cheese and ham, others are roast beef.