[Meat-eaters have a lot of advantages over other types, honestly. They can continue to live their lives fairly close to how they used to, and they can eat from others' kills. They don't need to take a life with their own hands, or grapple with the guilt of erasing someone's soul. That still doesn't make it easy, and it certainly doesn't make it simple to accept if you think you have to eat it raw off the bone, as it were. Mukuro's more than happy to help ease Trish into it.

With a nod, she reaches to pop open Trish's container, her own long fingers and claws much more deft than the broad bear paws. That being said, she lifts her own container with her palms, in demonstration:]

If you ever have to, you can use your teeth. They're a lot more useful than you think.

[She hooks her fangs under the lid, pulling it up with little struggle or fanfare. Just a calm, neutral example of working around their limitations. Similarly, she does not use chopsticks or even a fork, knowing that it's far too difficult for Trish to maneuver. Instead, she just tilts the container to her mouth, then chews thoughtfully. This turned out good. Swallowing, she adds:]

I know - you have a lot of friends here, and you take care of each other. But I always have lots of meat, and I don't mind sharing. We're - friends. Right...?