[He's sure he can but he's not certain if he even wants to get used to eating like this.] An orange could be nice.

[He takes the cue to hop out and sort of flies out of her coat and lands on the table with the grace akin to a cat that's forgotten how to land on its feet properly. He shakes his a couple times to get rid of the stars he sees swimming in his vision.] Okay, that...could've gone better. I'll probably need some practice. Maybe there's a cushion around here I can land on... [He doesn't want to ask her to get one from the mansion or the hot springs just for this testing purpose.]