Comfortable risking your hand... If that wasn't an invitation to Benjy, he didn't know what was. Sure, he might start small, and levitate or throw the meat - but he'd now be extremely disappointed if he didn't get to feed at least one plant by hand today.

The only real problem here was the smell of that meat. He wrinkled his nose as he got closer to the trunk of it, extremely glad for the gloves on his hands. Yummy, dead rats and offal.

He picked a rat up by its tail, and held it at arms length. Now, who to feed?