[oh god, Heather, please don't eat him. He's all lean muscle and no fat, he tastes perfectly awful. Just ask Santa Claus Titan!
But Eren is, indeed, new. Bavan was even more amazing than Vandare was. The cars (he learned what they were called!) were even more fancy here, and the buildings were huge. There were radios, and televisions, and even small devices called "computers". To be perfectly honest, those confused Eren a good bit.
But one of the best things was probably the meat. Eren hadn't been able to eat like this since the Wall fell. Bacon and sausage and ground beef! It was luxurious/
Eren is eating a mysterious new concoction called a "breakfast sandwich" this morning. Made from a croissant and filled with bacon, a slice of sausage, cooked eggs, and cheese, it was pretty much one of the best things he'd ever shoved in his mouth. He was going for his second bite when--
SNATCH!]
... Ah?! What the hell?! [was that a bird? That was way too big to be a bird. And birds didn't talk!
Whatever it was, it had stolen his breakfast, and he was not going to take that sitting down. Literally, he wasn't going to sit down. Springing from his chair, he chases the bird thing down the street, shaking his fist and on the lookout for something -- anything -- that he could throw]
Come back here!! That's MY breakfast, you asshole! Give it back!!
DAMMIT HEATHER GIVE HIM BACK HIS PANCAKES
But Eren is, indeed, new. Bavan was even more amazing than Vandare was. The cars (he learned what they were called!) were even more fancy here, and the buildings were huge. There were radios, and televisions, and even small devices called "computers". To be perfectly honest, those confused Eren a good bit.
But one of the best things was probably the meat. Eren hadn't been able to eat like this since the Wall fell. Bacon and sausage and ground beef! It was luxurious/
Eren is eating a mysterious new concoction called a "breakfast sandwich" this morning. Made from a croissant and filled with bacon, a slice of sausage, cooked eggs, and cheese, it was pretty much one of the best things he'd ever shoved in his mouth. He was going for his second bite when--
SNATCH!]
... Ah?! What the hell?! [was that a bird? That was way too big to be a bird. And birds didn't talk!
Whatever it was, it had stolen his breakfast, and he was not going to take that sitting down. Literally, he wasn't going to sit down. Springing from his chair, he chases the bird thing down the street, shaking his fist and on the lookout for something -- anything -- that he could throw]
Come back here!! That's MY breakfast, you asshole! Give it back!!