the world's worst oreo

Tyrian opened his mouth to reply before it occurred to him that he didn't yet know the answer. He closed it without a word and then stood up and stepped over to the oldest rock/tar sandwich. There was only one way to find out if Tashi was right. Once upon a time he would have just Tashi's word for it, but a recent snafu with his lamb had alerted Tyrian to his companion's fallibility and he wouldn't put it past the primate to spin a yarn just to have a story to tell.

Using his claws Tyrian grabbed the top rock on the oldest "sandwich" and lifted it off the ground. He held it high for several seconds and then grunted a simple, incredulous, "Huh." Interesting. He cast an impish look over at the woman and then gave the sandwich a shake. The bottom rock didn't shake free or appear to loosen in the slightest. "Well, whaddya know." He shook it, more violently this time, and then held it aloft to get a closer look at the tar when it again failed to shake free. Now he was doubly curious about its other purported abilities.

Pleased with how this experiment was turning out and excited about the possibly applications for such a substance, Tyrian grinned excitedly at the woman. "Apparently it does. Oh, name's Tyrian by the way and that over there," he said, jerking his head in his companion's direction, "Is Tashi."