They all burst into peals of laughter.
"What, you think we're going to eat you?" the father bear gasps through laughs.
"Y-y-yes?" you manage to stammer out.
"Eat you?" the mother bear says, looking you up and down like you are nothing but a pretty sculpture at an exhibition, ready to be haggled for and bought.
The little baby bear says nothing, although it is obviously his turn to say something. He just laughs and laughs and laughs.
"We'd never eat you," the father bear says, with emphasis on the word 'you'. "You're not much of a meal for us. If we ate puny humans like you, we'd be starving to death by now!"
"Right," you say, not really knowing what to say.
Then the father bear says;