Maybe she was something good to eat?
His trunk emerged from the dirt where he’d half-buried himself, and snuffled carefully forward toward tiny Chew. She watched his tentacles approaching with dread and curiosity, never having seen such things before.
And when Tweek’s tentacle softly touched her, it tickled her. Chew had never been tickled before, and the sensation was a surprise. She giggled, and then she laughed.
Now Tweek had never heard laughter before (except from the sorcerers, and their laughter was always a terrifying thing to hear, nothing at all like Chew’s tiny titter). The sound shocked him and he leaped right out of the dirt, bumbling backward right into his own feet, and he fell, all in a heap.
Which made Chew laugh again. And that frightened Tweek again, and he leaped up and ran to hide behind a stone, as Chew’s laughter grew louder and louder.
Tweek peeked above the stone he hid behind, until only his two round eyes showed above it.
And there was little Chew, still laughing, all to herself, but otherwise doing nothing to threaten him. Tentatively, Tweek slunk past the rock, and then he examined her most cautiously.
Tweek peeked above the stone he hid behind…
When he sheepishly touched her with his tentacle once more, he tickled her again, and she burst out into another round of laughter. Tweek stumbled backward, but this time he did not try to hide.
Little Chew made a series of sounds with her mouth, sounds that sounded the way this looks: “*kch tzrsk* tk*! qkrsqtch*!”
That was the way she talked, and what she was asking was “Who are you?”