[In a normal world William would nod and agree; they would most likely see a few more people in the diner. Not everyone was a fighter and there was normally safety in numbers in some situations. Nothing about this is normal anymore though, William too busy trying to move the large paw away from the plate of biscuits, apparently more embarrassed than nervous of large claws.] This is people food....

[The question gets William's attention enough that he pauses in wrestling with the cub long enough to answer. Long enough for the culprit to peer up over the table edge to consider Bela with open curiosity.] I think you'll find that's six and two-threes. Sorry though, he hasn't quite figured out that other people's food isn't his food.

[That and maybe someone spoils the thing.]