He bang, he bang
1. Henry looks down at the container in his lap, and wrinkles his nose. ‘Look,’ he tries. ‘I know it’s not lasagne or anything, but I checked online and this is what cobras have to eat!’ The Queen hisses at him, and promptly glides to the far corner of the cage, coiling up tightly and resting her head to face the back wall. He senses the clear dismissal, and huffs in annoyance. ‘I’m not going to let you starve,’ he snaps, dropping the container into the cage with a defiant ‘thwack’.