At times like these, it would certainly be useful to be a biped, or to have a host willing to help carry it. Ordinary objects are easy to carry in one forepaw when one does not need to worry about spilling their contents, but a bowl of liquid is an entirely different matter.

Fortunately the bowl has a small lip around the edge, and Faris carefully encloses it between his teeth, holding his head at a slightly awkward angle to keep it level. He may have to walk quite slowly, and the hot liquid laps at the tip of his snout with every step, but his scales protect him from anything more than mere discomfort, and he is in no hurry to reach their destination.

It is nevertheless a relief to place the bowl on their chosen table, and free his mouth to speak once more. After licking the cider from the end of his nose, of course. "One cannot enjoy everything," he agrees.