"It was rather odd," Ariel began, pausing for a moment as she considered her words, "and from what I understand, my cousin didn't taste very good, in fact, if I remember correctly, my brother spat him right back out of his mouth rather soon after attempting to eat him... something about tasting like dirt, not like my brother had ever had such a thing; well I don't think so anyway, I don't see why he would considering we pycons eat only clay but..." Ariel's voice trailed off as she started to ramble, the red pigmentation in her cheeks grew to be more and more prominent, as though she were embarrassed by her brother, or perhaps for him. "Anyway, his arm did grow back eventually, although it took him quite a bit longer than we expected for him to do so; and as for being normal, I highly doubt it, because, after all, since when have brothers been known to do anything 'normal,' Kendall?"
Ariel smiled sweetly as she paused in the middle of her speech. Kendall's mother had just placed a large pile of yummy looking clay in front of her. "Thank you Mrs. Sara.... Mrs. S," Ariel said, not wanting to make a fool out of herself, yet again. "That looks really good," Ariel finished before bending her neck, dipping it towards the pile of clay that rested on the table. Ariel took a bite, and proceeded to chew as quietly as she could, which she supposed wasn't quiet at all, considering how awkwardly horses chew, even if they were only tiny clay ones. Ariel sighed, she hated how no matter how hard she tried to make a halfway decent impression, she always managed to screw up, and do something that would make her seem rude.
Ariel's tail swished back and forth as she continued to chew on the clay the Saarinens had provided for her. She lifted her head to look happily back up at Kendall, trying to portray her gratitude through her tiny clay eyes, she wasn't sure how successful she was however, and hoped that she hadn't made her poor manners even more apparent. If she could, Ariel would more than likely be crossing her fingers for good luck, crossing her fingers in the hope that the Saarinens didn't care about that sort of thing; it couldn't hurt after all, right? Ariel thought as she finished chewing.
It was a few moments before Ariel chose to speak again. "Well that's quite alright, I'm used to it I suppose, but if I may, I would like to ask what specifically you study about poetry and literature? Do you have a favorite book, whether that be written in poetry or prose? Or perhaps a favorite author? Or even a poet?"