Milk is the blood of cows in a way

thinking about Beldaruit- a disabled witch- taking in this child with no memories that they found half-drowned in a coffin with one of his eyes stolen right out of his head, and hearing people talk day in and day out about how this child is strange, and wrong, and doesn't belong here, and he'll never make it as a witch anyways because he's only got one eye, and instead of giving up on him or listening to all that talk, he takes that child on as his apprentice, and basically im feeling shrimp emotions

people foolishly dismiss desserts and treats as having no nutritional value when they actually are necessary for refilling your sanity stat. to prove my point please observe the emotional stability of the next person you meet who doesnt let themselves ever eat any form of dessert