[Grimmjow purrs as he listens, nodding a little as he watches.]

Whenever I eat meat it's lucky if it's dead first.

[He huffs out a dark little chuckle, watching the meat get cut up. It sure was going to be easier to eat that way, if nothing else, and he wondered how different it was going to taste from what he was used to eating.

And he takes note of the names things have, so if he wants them again, he can go find them.]