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↑And then they bite into it. It's... yummy, it's great, and it's warm and makes them feel all fuzzy, but in a nice way, and it tastes incredible, and it feels incredible, and acknowledging their hunger is okay this time, because, for once, it's actually going away, and their stomach is growling, - or maybe that's just them, and they maybe shed a couple of tears because this-

"Fhis is beautifuw.", they say, muffled, and swallow, and the warmth that settles into their stomach is, for once, a good one. "Oh my God. This- this is incredible."

↑"Hey, Bad?", she asks suddenly, and Bad turns to look at her instead. "When's the last time you ate, before this?"

Huh? They-

They don't really... remember? What even was last layer? The memory is kind of fuzzy... They remember something about a horrible wasteland, but that feels different somehow, because right now there aren't any leaves under their paws or snow-

What-

Where are they, even? They-

"I...", they draw out. "I'm... uhh...."

That, that was a simple question, right? They should answer, answer something nice, so that nobody's mad at them anymore.

Tangle furrows their eyebrows. Alex looks vaguely upset about something.

They should...

..........

↑They should start being a goddamn professional, that's for sure. Nobody wants a stammering idiot.

"...we should keep moving."