The holstaur smiled, and like a little girl, she pulled Centorea to come with her, her free hand balancing the heavy tray up, AND having to move with two hooves instead of four.

"You are right, Cerea-chan," Kotomi's long ears moved happily, "while metabolic processes will heavily differ regarding our respective physiologies, the actual food fit for our consumption should be relatively the same."

... Then smiled as she left the tray on their shared table, "do you have problems sitting?"