[Oh yeah. Food. She hesitates with the spoon over the porridge though, staring into its depths.]
Mine taught me parents can't be trusted for shit.
[She grumbles nearly but not quite sotto voce, blinking a few times and trying to focus. The little bits of herb stop weaving around in her sight finally, and almost angrily she stabs the spoon in and takes a bite.]
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Mine taught me parents can't be trusted for shit.
[She grumbles nearly but not quite sotto voce, blinking a few times and trying to focus. The little bits of herb stop weaving around in her sight finally, and almost angrily she stabs the spoon in and takes a bite.]
What... time is it?