❛  I am a world - renowned actor !  ❜   count olaf explains in his grandest voice.   ❛  I’ve come to do research for a role :   I’ll be playing an auctioneer !   I’ll need to be able to speak confidently about rare, priceless items, just like the ones you have here  ...  ❜   he reaches out, one filthy, cracked fingernail very nearly touching the painting before him, shining blue gaze lustful, before he pulls his finger back with a snap, at last turning to face the woman.   ❛  take this painting, for example !   how would you describe it to a room full of eager bidders  ---  beginning with the price, of course ?  ❜   

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                                                                    MEME     /     ACCEPTING.

HER FINGERS, DEFT AND NIMBLE,PICKED UP THE FORK AND SHE SHOVED SOME PEAS INSIDE HER MOUTH. Chewing  them  through  a  forced  smile  as  her  fork  clanged  back  down  against  her  plate.  Who’d  this  person  think  they  were?  Hell,  Neena  didn’t  even  like  peas.  Which  she,  extremely  inconveniently,  remembered  as  she  went  to  swallow  them.  Face  screwin’  up  as  she  pushed  her  plate  away  from  her  and  sat  her  knife  and  fork  side  by  side  atop  the  barely  touched  food.  She  hadn’t  had  an  appetite  for  days.  

“ WOW, THANKS MOM ! ”  Sarcasm  was  at  it  finest,  her  smile  borderline  merged  into  a  snarl.  She’d  had  a  long  week.  “  I  ain’t  even  like  peas!    Why  you  make  me  eat  em?  Why  do  you  care? ”