Scribble looks up for a moment at Red's flailing, but is quickly distracted again by the chicken. More specifcally, she's distracted by seeing how far she can fit into the chicken (or what's left of it), in pursuit of a particularly tasty scrap.

Raptor Red calms down after a moment, although she does snort warily as she watches Ray. After the sprinkles, she's not sure that the icycoldbad stuff is be trusted. But after a moment of hesitation, she reaches out with a hand and swipes some ice cream onto her claws, then sticks her hand in her mouth to lick it off.

It'd almost be cute, if she wasn't a giant death lizard.