[He blinks at the fritter before taking it somewhat sheepishly, a little embarrassed that his own hunger must be so transparent. Any concerns are instantly vaporized, however, when he brings it close enough to his face for the sweet, sugary smell to hit him. He bites into the pastry, and his senses are immediately flooded with the most amazing taste he's ever experienced. It floods his mouth with saliva and makes his stomach twist in agonizing anticipation of such a meal.]
[Unable to control himself any longer, Leo tears into it with nearly as much fervor as his brother, tearing chunks at a time and swallowing them practically whole. It's only once the fritter is half-demolished that he slows down, and that's only because it's so unbelievably sweet that he's afraid he'll get sick if he doesn't.]
[He swallows his latest bite, lowering the fritter long enough to consider the Professor's question. His snout wrinkles.]
It's okay. [He's never really had an opinion on the art Splinter's shown them from that book, but the Professor seems to like it a lot, so he's trying to be diplomatic.]
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[Unable to control himself any longer, Leo tears into it with nearly as much fervor as his brother, tearing chunks at a time and swallowing them practically whole. It's only once the fritter is half-demolished that he slows down, and that's only because it's so unbelievably sweet that he's afraid he'll get sick if he doesn't.]
[He swallows his latest bite, lowering the fritter long enough to consider the Professor's question. His snout wrinkles.]
It's okay. [He's never really had an opinion on the art Splinter's shown them from that book, but the Professor seems to like it a lot, so he's trying to be diplomatic.]