That's Guttle, you can't eat him. Don't eat any animals, they're friends not food.

[She strokes Gluttony's head affectionately, much as she would a small child or beloved pet.]

Here is....here. It's a nice place. Let's find you something to eat.

[Just in case she's talking to him, Guttle opens his mouth in a grin and begins clapping excitedly.]