"Okay, it's table time!" This is not what Brutus said, but it's what Victor chose to hear. A couple thousand ants -- some big and black, some red, and all in tight formation -- start to swarm out from under their table and up the leg of their new friend's. They're carrying the half-eaten muffin, in case he wants to share. It has blueberries in it.

"Did you make up some of those words?" Genuine question. He's fascinated.