[She smiles, appreciative of Rich's attempt at comfort, but with little of the shared optimism. 10,000 years is a long time. Then again, she has been wrong before.
He snags another cheese, and her attention shifts to the food, and still-steaming mug of drink in her other hand.] I don't know, human food is... [Often superb, if not from questionable sources. The delicious milkshakes still haunt her.
Just then, her stomach makes a loud gurgle. Her ears heat up,] It has been some time since I've eaten. [And she's not one to back down from new experiences.
Decision made, she sets the plate in her lap, gingerly lifting the smelly rectangle from the plate. There's only a moment of hesitation before she pops the whole thing in her mouth, eyes closed.]
[...]
Oh! [It's creamy! And a little bit sweet. And doesn't taste anything like lint or feet or laundry!]
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He snags another cheese, and her attention shifts to the food, and still-steaming mug of drink in her other hand.] I don't know, human food is... [Often superb, if not from questionable sources. The delicious milkshakes still haunt her.
Just then, her stomach makes a loud gurgle. Her ears heat up,] It has been some time since I've eaten. [And she's not one to back down from new experiences.
Decision made, she sets the plate in her lap, gingerly lifting the smelly rectangle from the plate. There's only a moment of hesitation before she pops the whole thing in her mouth, eyes closed.]
[...]
Oh! [It's creamy! And a little bit sweet. And doesn't taste anything like lint or feet or laundry!]