@rcyal-mercer:
The sound of the woman singing reaches Royal’s ears before he can see her and he smiles. She’s got a lovely voice. He tilts his head, watching and listening carefully as she approaches him. Her outfit looks vintage – she’s got style, too. And she’s waving back! He flings his other paw up and waves with both very excitedly before clasping them together in front of himself.
At the suggestion he would eat her Royal snorts indignantly. And possibly with a bit of surprise at her old-fashioned vocabulary. But when she mentions sandwiches his ears perk up. One long sniff tells him she has something with honey, and was that – banana? Oooh, delicious!
Royal lets out a small rumble and pats his stomach with one paw. It rumbles back. Is it rude to accept a sandwich in this situation? She doesn’t seem to be at all afraid, but he’s not sure it’s the polite thing to do.
Oh, this bear is absolutely precious! He sniffs at the air, letting out a purr-like rumble and patting his belly. It’s almost like he can understand her. She’s laughing in delight as she speaks, slipping into her native Latin because bears don’t understand any human languages, so why not stick to what she’s comfortable with?
“Sal-veee, ursa! Tibi placet panis et mel? O, cogito agis! Tu felix ursi.” Reaching into her bag, she withdraws the sandwiches and unwraps them. If the bear ends up biting her hand off then so be it, but he seems so friendly that she’s not even a little bit worried as she approaches him, rubbing the dense, soft hairs of his muzzle and holding a sandwich to his mouth. “Mansuetim esse, quaeso!”