Mishka eats without complaint. Though, she casts a glance towards the Troll's domain. It seems that perhaps Oak has told her of others here, of a Hearth that sometimes causes scraps to go into dishes, of a Mountain whose mighty hands are also gentle scratchers, and small ones who often give crunchy treats.
SHE never has been spoiled with human's foods. The female turns up her nose, though... perhaps, she might try this... 'bacon', if there is any, she considers.