Passing by with food still stuffed in his maw, at that. It's an unusual event that any of the regular people here beckon him over, being, as he is, not quite regular himself. The tall man, perhaps even towering over the princess' bodyguard, pauses to look over curiously. It takes a moment, since he goes through checking around them to see if she hadn't meant someone else.

Surely she meant someone else. No? Well! He'll crunch down whatever he was in the middle of eating with his great, big teeth and barely restrains himself from leaping over to stand by Sonia and company. A princess wants his opinion! He thinks that's important. Probably. Actually, he's not sure, but in all honesty, anyone asking Toska's opinion would be bound to get the same amount of enthusiasm.

"Ha, what? Really? Sure! About what? Food? Weather?"

Things? All sorts of things? Maybe he should actually wait for her to specify...