The 'you look tasty' gaze was not intentional. Mind you, as a strange creature with some dragon in his DNA, who knew what a draconequus could or would eat? Honestly Scraps didn't need to eat. His insides where made of soft cotton-y fluff something he learned the hard way once when he got tangled in a tree branch and torn open. 

"Ladon's not my relative." He grumbled loudly. Tail swatting at the air. The relationship Scraps had with Ladon was... Tricky. If anything, the older creature was a teacher than a parent. Ladon spent 99% of his time with Scraps teaching him magic, how to speak, how to put his head back on when it falls off. The other 1% was BICKERING! Clean up the tree! Stop eating all the golden apples! Stop sleeping on clouds! Eeesh, so many rules! And that was a creature just as chaotic as Scraps was. Why, when he gets older, he'll have to show Ladon up! He'll turn the whole garden into puppies and kit-

Wait, why was he suddenly wearing a party hat? His ears flicked from either side, and he looked right into the wide eyes of a pink pony. And then the music hit him! Ponies shook his paws with their hooves, and he might have turned one or two of them into frogs when they squeezed too tightly. He'd fix them later, once all this music stuff was over. 
He was spun in place, and even found himself shaking hands with his own clone, which poofed away from the sudden realization. 
Ponyville Library/Castle was the first stop. Which was boring. Eesh, who needs this MANY books? And crystal is kinda tasty. Scraps mused on that for about two seconds as he chewed on a bit of throne, before everything flashed away.
Apples!? Scraps grumbled as he held a shiny red apple in his paw, wondering just why it wasn't gold. Who eats apples that are red!? And where's the big K of khaos etched with magic? Eeesh, he'd have to bring a bag with him next time.
Scuba-diving? Really? Lets not dwell on this one.
Ew, why does this place smell like sewage? Wait, this is actually the sewer? That explains it. 
How can ponies eat so many sweets? Scraps was having to magic his insides clean after just the first cake, and he didn't even want to think about the second or third that passed him by. 

And BAM! Right in the park with birds fluttering about. He didn't like Piggy. The flying creature's stories about post modernism in a capitalist society where just booooooooring. Steve was fine, even if he did have a lisp. 
And then there was Discord. Scraps had heard a lot about him. Ladon practically mentioned the guy every time they talked about magic. Especially the chaotic kind. Slowly Scraps slurped on a cup of tea. Specifically the cup, and he ate the tea. Already with the questions, eesssh! Well...
"Um... Howdy?" Scraps said, giving his ears a waggle and a nervous smile. Yep, those where the teeth of a carnivore. "I'm Scraps. And I'm -- years old!" The -- was clearly a placeholder as static just filled the air. "I'm from the magic garden in --" Another placeholder. Clearly he just couldn't say it. "But according to Ladon, I ate a magic golden apple. I... Don't know anything before that."