Kurt giggles brightly, their blush almost matching Benji's as they realize how long it's been since they've laughed so freely. It's like they're surprised by the sound of their own laughter. While it sounds foreign and sharp to their ears, it feels so good to just laugh, not held back by fear of scorn or retribution. No one is going to punish them for giggling. No one is furious that they're having fun.

They're also blushing from Kai's words, still remembering the taste of Benji's cock in their mouth, his spend coating their tongue. Part of them wonders if they'll ever get used to this. The sex, the pleasure, their own nudity in the presence of five adult men. How freely they all talk about sex, like it's not shameful or wrong in the slightest. How generous they are with their praise. No one has ever called their throat pretty before.

Kurt supposes they will get used to it with time. Because even as strange and alien as this all is, they know they can never go back to a human life ever again. Why would they want to? Being with the wolves feels so good, so safe.

"Now, be nice to your brother, Kai," they admonish gently, still beaming, crooked teeth and all. "I think Benji is very talented. Carving tableware by hand is no joke! Humans need special machines to even do this, did you know that?" They carefully stack the bowls into each other, feeling the weight of them in their arms. Feeding six people is no joke either, it's heavy work!