[Alloran's got four other human morphs he could use, all men. He rarely uses them, now that he's not forced to do so. He'd been forced to acquire Aria, as with the others, but it's a better memory and it's kind of nice to think of her living on in some form. Humans and Andalites are different enough that basically no sexual dimorphism is the same between species, anyway.

Regardless, he keeps an inner eye on the timer. He's not looking to get stuck as Aria.]

Wings? From a bird, I assume?

[The clear image of pulling muscle from bone with his teeth prompts a stab of despairing revulsion that takes the pleasure out of food. Now that Alloran can choose, he chooses to avoid anything that reminds him of how it feels to eat people. Esplin enjoyed that, how it made his allies talk in hushed voices, the accusations of his enemies, the way it could still get a rise from Alloran years after he'd been broken.]

I do enjoy spice, but I won't eat flesh that doesn't come from invertebrates. ...Perhaps fish.