[She starts chewing on her lip, as soon as he's set that package down. She would gladly eat it, just the way it is. It wouldn't bother her in the slightest, it was what she'd been fed on for years: a savage little doll perched at a human's table, pretending to be decent with her knife and fork and plate. She'd be gagging all the while as Barbet fried up eggs or bacon, the smell absolutely toxic to her. He told her not to complain. Sometimes she listened, sometimes not and he would grow sour with her until she apologized for it. He might ignore her for the rest of the day, either way. But at least he hadn't thrown her food on the floor for her to eat, right? He was due some gratitude and manners.
She's too busy staring at it to pay any attention to Chase right now.]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
She's too busy staring at it to pay any attention to Chase right now.]