[She's impressed, really. She's only about halfway done with her brownie once he's emptied the bag. To be fair, she'd always eaten slowly and very little--some kind of side-effect from having bird genes, she figured. Or maybe she just didn't have much of an appetite.
Nill cocks an eyebrow, and pauses at her own nibbling to grab the bag and lean it towards him again. She had plenty, really. Feel free to be a fatty, Dave.]
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Nill cocks an eyebrow, and pauses at her own nibbling to grab the bag and lean it towards him again. She had plenty, really. Feel free to be a fatty, Dave.]