It's always annoying running into unknown terms, just as annoying as coming across words he can't quite work out when he's practicing reading. But that doesn't matter too much at the moment as whatever it is that Link's made, it looks tasty and smells even better. He licks his lips without quite realizing it.

And then Link holds out a piece. The turtlekin leans further into the window, sniffing at it like some feral thing before he remembers he has hands to take the thing for himself. It's warm, but not uncomfortably so, and the threat of everything starting to slowly drip off of the....what is it? Bread? -has Donnie quickly move to stick it in his mouth.