#asktyrantrum

There weren't too many complaints between the duo. Neither were the aggressive types nor ones too provoke, so having some quiet time with one another was a good thing overall. The Tyrunt watched Frosty in curiosity as she skipped over where he would've probably searched for food to reach a rose bush. "Why don't you hunt?" he asked, tilting his head in curiosity as she looked over the bush, find a proper place to grab a flower to snack from. He was still worried over what lurked behind every corner, but two were better than one out in the wild. "It's 'cause daddy says I'm a hermi... No, a hirbi... I can only eat plants 'cause what you eat can make me sick." she answered, looking one more time before plucking a rose bud from the bushes. The Tyrunt looked in surprise at the fact. "You can't? But how are you supposed to be healthy if all you eat is- Ow!" The Tyrunt had made a grab at one of the roses, only to get the thorns. "Daddy says I get what I need from plants." she answered once she was finished with her rose. "Okay, but how do you not hurt yourself with these plants?" soon asked the other, watching the Amaura grab a full rose without hurting herself. Placing the rose down, "I just grab it by where the flower starts, see?" She nodded towards the topless stalk. The Tyrunt would look over, then one of the other roses. Very carefully wrapping a hand around the stalk, he'd take the other and give it a yank, successful earning himself a rose. Upon taking a bite, however, he immediately spat out the petal. "How can you eat this? It tastes yucky!" he coughed, spitting out a bit more. Upon finishing her second course, she went for the third, courtesy of her brother. "It tastes yummy to me. Maybe you can eat plants like I can't eat what you eat." "Then what can neither of us eat?" Both paused to think upon this.