[ Imprinting doesn't sound bad of a word. Means it'd be less likely the baby will eat his own mama out of bottomless hunger. Still, finding food is a predicament that he can't put off unless actual foods appears in front of them or something.

Letting Homerun King chew on one sleeve with his nub teeth, he covers his own mouth with his other, pupils enlarging as he's in his standard thinking pose. ]

We need meat! Not human meat, of course, but I didn't see other animals around here! Even just a rat might be good for him? I know snakes eat whole rats, and he's a kind of lizard, right?

[ He pours his flow of musings on Ichimatsu, ignoring that his brother is searching his pockets. ]