Solrentorro took his seat once more, continuing to clean his face and paws. "Yuh ever try eatin' meat? It's fun." Meat. So that's what it's called. “No, I haven't. But this crimson liquid..” he said, referring to the blood that was now almost gone from his jaws, “It is sweet,” on the subject of rocks, he'd say with curiosity, “Rocks! How fascinating. Do they sustain your body the way meat does? Do you have a favorite taste, or do all rocks stay the same?” Aguipua began to carry the fabric over to Solrentorro. It was without words that Sol knew the cactus cat intended to take the pelt to the nearest source of water for cleaning, but wished not to leave his King alone with a stranger. Aguipua did not expect Sol to wipe his paw on the blood-stained fabric and begin to lick it off like it was candy, but he remained silent nonetheless.
The dandylion would shake his head at the dame question, disliking his lack of knowledge on the scents in this world. He could figure out the scents of all the plants here no problem - they might smell a bit different in this plane of existence, but he grew up around these scents, and most of it came to him instinctively. When his question was given back to him, Solrentorro simply said, “Male,” but if she looked, or happen to peek it in her view, she'd notice the lack of any sexual organs on Solrentorro's body. He turned to look to Aguipua, allowing him the chance to speak and answer the question,
"Oh. You can refer to me as whatever you'd like. I can pollinate and bear fruit." A spiky paw would rise up to touch the pink flower atop his head. Its petals were hard and a bit shriveled from the cold, but otherwise still kicking. Aguipua looked clearly concerned.
With Sol's paw momentarily somewhat clean and his maw free to speak again, he'd say, “The fabric from this creature will be a major accessory for my royal robe,” he'd coo, a large smile appearing on his face, “A King cannot be without his divine accessories, and whatever magic brought me here neglected to bring my belongings with. That includes all of my clothes and jewelry I had on me. You cannot imagine how hard it's been for me to be scrounging away by my lonesome, back at the bottom of the barrel. And the weather here, oh,” he'd shiver, shaking his nonexistent pelt out, “It's terrible! It's much warmer in the nice jungles and rainforests at home. Plenty of life. It's very much dead here,” he'd look around, at all the trees without their leaves, without their flowers, at all the grey twigs on the ground, the pale, thin grasses and dry bark. Awful.
And finally, looking back to her, “But you, you seem... fine. Just fine. I think you could be better, though. I see the way you look at that creature's body. I know you're just surviving, but why not thrive? I could help you with that. Me, and Aguipua,” at that, a chunk of the earth would rise into a sphere between the both of them. If she had specified her favorite meal before, he would turn it into that, the hunk of sediment falling slowly before her paws, “I can do much more than that,” he'd say once more, eyes never leaving the dame.
However, if her favorite type was never specified, the ground would not rise at all, but instead the trees around them would shake and groan, a selective earthquake impacting the area around them instead of the ground they rested on. Every tree around would seem under his effect, shaking with such force they'd almost fall over... but the earthquake would fade just as well as it had appeared, and Sol would be left unflinching, a smug look on his face.
“You and I, I think we have much in common,” came the final words, regardless of which action was taken.