People often say never to leave your food unattended, right? The smallfry's grasp on Inklish isn't perfect, but it's pretty certain it's heard that said before. Somewhere. It knows that's a concept most inkfish know and follow, at least.
--So, this was entirely fair, it rationalized, as it snuck onto a shaded table in Splatsville square to nab a slice of cake while that octoling's back was turned. He looked like he'd be busy for a while, surely he wouldn't miss a single slice, right? <! for Cerrin! >
Cerrin had only looked away for a moment, mostly just to retie the laces of his boots, when he thought he heard someone call his name. He stood back up and looked around, confused, then looked back to make sure his own Smallfry, Mochi, was still in his backpack...
“Hey!” he said when he noticed the other Smallfry trying to make off with a piece of his cake, moving to lightly swat it away with is hand. “What’re you--Get away from that! It’s not for you!”