“If you don’t like my cooking, I won’t bother to feed you anymore,” she hisses, tossing a guilty look at Nos and I before continuing to level her best glare at Val. “It’s perfectly cooked and doesn’t taste like the ocean spat in it, is that what you’re complaining about?” “I just asked where you got the fresh fruit from!” Rysen is looking between the two with a strange mixture of concern and humour on his face. Somehow he’s ended up holding that grey tabby again, and seeing the burly vampire cradling a tiny cat and stroking it with a single finger is one of the most snort-worthy things I’ve
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