What... what tone of voice is that? Is... is this what it's like for a Guardian to get told off? Sure, Blaze gives him orders sometimes but... Ghost stares up at his kin, slightly affronted and a bit shell-shocked before he acquiesces. "I suppose you're right..."

Hm. This is odd. There's so much texture. The seeds are startling for how they grind but his teeth crunch through them easily despite his hesitation. Ghost munches, frowns as he tries to work out how he feels about it.

"It's-" oh, his mouth is dry, he needs the water. "It's drier than the other foods. And it's weird to crunch the seeds - it's like grinding sand between your plates, except it's kind of satisfying." He's tearing off another piece to figure this out. "The inside tastes better - it's softer, and less... bitter."