Moore Residence

USA / Earth / Sol System

0720 Hours

Kyle woke up rather early and quickly donned a new set of clothes before sneaking to the kitchen to avoid disturbing his guest, the blue vixen had fallen asleep on the couch. Deciding to be courteous and continue being a good host, he opened the freezer and reached for his breakfast of choice but halted when he realized what he was reaching for.

Bacon, Pig, Pigs existed in Lylat as proven by the scumbag Pigma. Wouldn't that make Krystal a cannibal by Lylat standards if she ate a non anthro pig? What were the Lylat Standards for Predators and Prey?

Obviously not everyone in Lylat was a vegetarian if Krystal's teeth were anything to go by. They were carnivorous or at least the ones he could see were, designed to rip and tear meat, and he wasn't about to open her mouth and see if she had molars in the back of her jaw. What was that saying? "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth?" how about: "Don't loot you're anthro friend in the mouth."

Well, foxes were known to be scavengers, feeding off the carcass of a prey animal after another predator has its fill, No Offence. So Venison would probably be the safest bet. Kyle grabbed some of the sausage he had left over from last season's hunt and emptied it out into the pan before turning on the stove. Almost immediately he saw Krystal's nose twitch in the corner of his eye, sampling the scent of breakfast.

"Remind me never to try and sneak off with food when you're downwind," Kyle commented as Krystal finally started to wake up, "Good Morning."

"And to you as well," Krystal replied doing a quick stretch. "What is that? Smells good."

"Whitetail Sausage," Kyle replied, "Didn't know what you are use to eating, and I didn't want to offend anyone, even Pigma."

"Pigma?" Krystal asked, failing to see the point.

"Humans are Omnivores, able to consume both meat and vegetation, Pigs are one of the most common animals Humans raise to eat as food. Didn't know if that counted as cannibalism in Lylat." Kyle quickly explained as he turned his attention back to the stovetop.

"As long as they are not fully sentient beings like you and I are." Krystal explained, "A lot of people in Lylat raise Livestock for the market too, but you didn't know that."

"What about hunting?"

"The same as long as you don't leave any to waste, that's poaching." Krystal answered.

"Heh, use every part of the Buffalo." Kyle chuckled, "It's an old saying that means maximize everything at your disposal, and leave nothing to waste."

"I'm starting to think Humans have a lot of those old sayings." Krystal admitted as she sat at the table.

"Humanity has some pretty proud moments, but we aren't perfect. Just look at the Nazis and the Reds. Not Humanity's best example." Kyle admitted, "But Lylat doesn't have a spotless record either, mainly Andross and his empire."

"True to that," Krystal admitted, "At least I know I can do something about it when working with Fox and the team."

"Yeah, Wish I had the opportunity to fly with them." Kyle mumbled under his breath as he pulled plates out of the cupboard.

"What was that?" Krystal asked with a small grin, she heard him the first time, but just to make sure she heard him right.

"I wish I could be a member of Star Fox, follow a true leader, help countless people and take action to solve a problem rather than simply debate about it." Kyle admitted, "But I doubt you'd let an alien from another universe sign up no problem."

"Not my final call, that would be Fox's choice but let you in on a little secret: I'm not officially qualified to fly an Arwing either. Never attended a flight academy." Krystal smiled, "And if your home is anything to judge you by you already have sampled your potential."

"Yeah I went to Ace camp one summer back in Boy Scouts, A huge convention where kids get to try out top of the line fighter simulators and square off against each other." Kyle Admitted, "The instructors said I was a natural, managed to shoot down three actual fighter pilots, In the dead of night, Hostile SAMs, and no wingman."

Krystal's eyes went wide at the statement, and had to make sure he wasn't bluffing via telepathy. This kid nailed three professional pilots without any formal training in next to no visibility? Even Fox didn't do that good on his entry evaluation.

"How?" Krystal managed to ask after a pause, she was just trying to make conversation but now the idea of recruiting him onto the team didn't seem so outlandish.

"Had an Ace in the family, When I was little Grandpa would sit me on his knee and tell me stories about his days in Europe, every maneuver, every tactic, everything I needed to know except how to actually fly the plane to Dogfight. When I was at ACE camp I just trusted my gut, and his experience. It served me well, The tech might be different but the tactics and maneuvers are all still the same." Kyle explained.

"I bet that made him proud," Krystal smiled before she noticed that Kyle had become depressed.

"I never told him, that night my mother called and told me that Grandpa had cancer, and only a few weeks left. I left Ace camp immediately and came home to spend what time I had left with him." Kyle explained as he began to wipe tears out of his eyes. "Between the rest of the family talking to him, and having to sleep most of the time, I never managed to find the time to tell him."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Krystal apologized, she had no intent to make him depressed.

"Still, while unofficial, I'm no shiny when it comes to Dogfights." Kyle boasted, "And I've researched a lot of military battles and tactics as a hobby."

Krystal was about to voice her next question when the two were interrupted by a beeping noise from her wrist computer. It was an automated bounce back from a ship that picked up distress beacon from her Arwing, Rescue had picked up and is currently following her trail.

It was almost time to go back to Lylat. . .