Bodhi pulls down a frying pan, deciding the available options and not wanting to spend a lot of time on it call for the throw everything reasonably tasty in a pan and then put what comes out on some carbs method of faking his way through dinner. "I guess I wouldn't know what they're supposed to look like," Bodhi concedes. He's often mystified by how many people here either come from the same world (however vastly different their specific experiences) or improbably similar ones. He's been told what a fox is, and it sounds... ordinary, a little warm blooded predatory thing of the kind you'd find on a world like this with lots of available food at water. He's not nearly as good at animals as he is at rocks and stars, but he can grasp patterns easily enough.