It's definitely not going to fly. The fang marks in the cheese clearly match a predator and not a rodent, and Dylas' fangs are on full display, so big that they always poke out just a little when he closes his mouth.

He's so busted, and...

"Wait, seriously? ...I mean, of course it's perfect," he corrected himself, watching. If Midna watched him (if she could even see his ears from the floor), they lifted and twitched when it was time to finally taste the soup, only for Midna and Yeta to spoil the mood yet again.

"What? No, you've got to be kidding me, dammit." But as much as he wanted to protest, he also really wanted to get out of this world. He made a vow to catch a fish before leaving, then trudged off to talk to Yeta.