"….Chips?"
He stands there, mildly intrigued, preening her while he does, using his jagged front teeth to preen her hair as if the strands were delicate feathers.
"You mean chirps? Like birds?"
"You... You've never had chips..."
She turns around to face him with a bewildered, frantic expression.
"No. This won't do at all. We're fixing this right away."
Running off to find a cook, she leaves Vanilla there to presumably seat himself.













