X had heard this in mid-swallow and tried to respond, though this proved to be a bad idea. Why? Because he started choking. Luckily for him and his companion, it was the last bite of food on his plate.

Unluckily for him, he was still choking.

...wait, what was a way to counteract--

--Ah. Yes.

Coughing hard, he managed to dislodge the piece of food from his windpipe, quickly washing it down the right tube with some juice before the strange mushy feeling of half-chewed food assaulted his mouth and made his stomach turn.

He'd learned after last night's fiasco that he wasn't too much of a fan of the way spat-up food tasted or felt in his mouth.

Coughing once, he whispered his apology:

"S-sorry about that. I'm still not used to eating human food; I'll be quiet from now on."