Alcide watched the string with a burning intensity - it was the most beautiful, symbolic thing he'd ever seen in his life, after all. To be fair, he was a somewhat drunk Cheshire cat, which can do these things to people. The grey, stripey feline reached out and touched the strong lightly, which sent little shatters of sparkle out of the string - at least to his eyes. "Wooowww...." he said, hitting it harder. Alcide began to go after it in truth then, both out of instinct and because of the cool visual effect it gave off each time he touched it. He wiggled, happy to be playing with this magical thing.
And then Nyx mentioned food. Alcide's ears perked up and he turned to look at her, the scenery leaving short colour-trails on his vision as he did. "I like Chinese..." Alcide said, sounds almost as though he were talking to himself. Then he grinned wide and raised one arm straight up in the air. "Chinese! Gung ho!" Alcide exclaimed, flicking his tail back and forth as he did. The string was, for the moment, forgotten.