The Tinman stands up and, walks back to the house with a odd look of amusement on his face. When he enters, he notices the Monk and walks over, hiding something in his metal hands. "Look at what I caught." He chimes, sliding his hand from over the object. "I saw it scurrying across the street and pounced." In his hand is the limp, dirty, probably diseased body of a very fat street rat. "Would you like to hold it? WPerhaps you could cook it?" As he says the last bit, he seems a little to excited. The concept of eating was still new to him and, he found it fascinating.