[Hmm, yes. This is all so very boring. He nudged his nose against each object, sniffing. Red-yellow eyes occasionally lifting to examine the lovely human. However-- Oh, that knife is pretty cool. Frenzilla's clawed fingers pick up the knife very carefully, and very awkwardly. He eyes it for a moment then shoves it in his mouth.

Very bad idea. With a snarl of pain, Frenzilla hacked up the broken bits of utensil and turned his furious glare on Blackarachnia. He moved in closer, crouched, in a defense stance. Not ready to talk - at least, not yet.]