4. You find a dead fish. It’s foul and disgusting, falling apart and the smell… ew. Ew ew ew. You try to fling it away but the tegus find it first. +1 ticket.
2. Sea turtles like eating jellyfish, yeah? Maybe tegus will, too! Oh, no, they hate it actually. No tickets.
15. Blueberries! What are they doing blooming this late? Don’t question it, surrender the berries to the tegus. +1 ticket.
14. A wayward marshfowl hen has made a nest here and then abandoned it. Tegus like eggs, right? +1 ticket.
15. Blueberries! What are they doing blooming this late? Don’t question it, surrender the berries to the tegus. +1 ticket.
SPECIAL DELIVERY
Username : Fasti
Roll Results: 4
RP? Grained Melon stood at the edge of the tegus habitat, his ears perked and twitching. He looked over at the two tegus lounging in the sun, a deep blue and a vibrant green, their scales glistening like gemstones in the light.
“Okay, I’ll go find them something to eat,” Grained Melon said, puffing out his chest. “I’m sure I can find something they’ll love.”
“Just remember,” Strange Creature reminded him, “Tegus are omnivores, but that doesn’t mean they should eat everything!”
Grained Melon nodded, determination in his heart. He bounded off into the underbrush, the smell of wildflowers and the sound of rustling leaves filling his senses. As he tramped through the forest, he kept an eye out for something delicious for the tegus. His first discovery was a bedraggled, dead fish half-buried in the mud of a meandering stream. It was foul and smelly, its scales glimmering unappealingly in the sun.
“Ew, ew, ew!” Grained Melon exclaimed, wrinkling his nose. He tried to fling the fish away from him with a swift kick, but the fish flew in a lazy arc, landing right in front of the inquisitive tegus. Before he could protest, they were upon it, chewing eagerly.
“Uh, guys, maybe not that!” Grained Melon called, a shudder running through him as he watched them devour it.
Unfazed, the tegus seemed pleased. Their tongues flicked out in delight. Grained Melon glanced around, searching for something more appropriate.
Suddenly, he recalled how sea turtles loved jellyfish. “Maybe tegus will like jellyfish too?” he murmured. He found a few glimmering strands in a puddle and gathered them up. But as he presented them proudly to the tegus, their expressions turned to disgust as they turned their snouts up.
With a defeated sigh, he looked towards the sky; it was turning a divine shade of blue, and he spotted a patch of late-blooming blueberries not far off. He trotted over and gently picked as many as he could carry.
“Perfect!” he said, bouncing back towards the tegus with the berries nestled between his hooves. “These could be working!”
As he offered the blueberries, they lunged for them, their jaws snapping with joy. The taste was magnificent, and Grained Melon felt a swell of pride. Maybe he was getting the hang of feeding them after all. They munched happily, their colorful scales shimmering as they basked in the sun.
But his adventure wasn’t over yet. As he explored a nearby thicket, he stumbled across a nest abandoned by a marshfowl hen. He hesitantly peered inside to find a handful of fragile eggs, slightly speckled and pristine.
“Tegus can’t eat these, right?” he thought. But his instinct told him they liked eggs. Carefully, he nudged one out of the nest and brought it back to the waiting tegus, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety.
“Here, it’s an egg! Go on, try it!” he encouraged, hoping for the best.
The tegus paused, eyeing the egg suspiciously. After a tense moment, they freaked out, scrambling backward, their tails snapping in fright. Grained Melon felt a blush of embarrassment.
“Sorry, sorry! Maybe it wasn’t the best idea,” he chuckled, gently rolling the egg back into the underbrush.
With the sun dipping below the horizon, casting an orange glow, Grained Melon finally settled with the two satisfied tegus, both of them now full of blueberries. He felt accomplished despite the missteps, grateful for their companionship, and fascinated by their quirky tastes.
Ticket Total: 5
Hunting was Small Game's specialty, and today was no different. He'd done a great deal of fishing earlier, before wandering around to feed his mother, and if he recalled correctly, he'd seen a rather nasty looking puddle starting to evaporate in the heat of the sand where he'd seen a fish. It was reeking, and when he picked it up by the fin, he was revolted to find some sort of maggot in its eye. 
Ditzy Slick usually has a difficult time focusing on one thing for long enough to actually make anything of that focus or be able to do anything that affects anything, but one look at this creature has her obsessed. The sounds it makes causes her to erupt in laughter and she can't help making cooing noises at it.
