[Paul's grin gleams with the slightly hungry, avid eagerness of a teenager about to say something they think is going to be impressive.]
It is to scale. As for what they eat?
[He plucks a cube of cheese from a passing skeleton-born tray and flicks it into the air, catching it deftly in his mouth and making quick work of it in two bites before he looks back at her.]
Whatever they can fit into their mouths.
They're always hunting. Everywhere that satellites can track, you'll see the traces of their passing, constantly seeking out prey. They filter the sand through those teeth, and their inner organs, sifting out anything edible - but they'll breach the surface to swallow anything on it, too.
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It is to scale. As for what they eat?
[He plucks a cube of cheese from a passing skeleton-born tray and flicks it into the air, catching it deftly in his mouth and making quick work of it in two bites before he looks back at her.]
Whatever they can fit into their mouths.
They're always hunting. Everywhere that satellites can track, you'll see the traces of their passing, constantly seeking out prey. They filter the sand through those teeth, and their inner organs, sifting out anything edible - but they'll breach the surface to swallow anything on it, too.