Max might expire on the spot if Bash ruffled his hair right now, but he would die happy. He's been living in such terror the last few days and this is the first time he's felt even a little safe to relax.

"These look really good, thank you," he says of both the drink and the food. After sampling a bite and sip of each, he makes a happy little "mmmm" sound, his leg jiggling in excitement. Finally, something good tasting around here.

"I'm so sorry, I should have asked you yours already. I've been so rude. My name is Max Maximum. It's nice to meet you."