[in the mess hall]

[heirofthedog]

[What's this? The girl who can be seen every day eating with gusto, rain, sleet or snow, sitting in front of a large cake, and not touching it? You might be seeing a pig fluttering in the background somewhere.

Is there something wrong with it? Well. There's also a note in her hands to go with it, which she's currently frowning at.]

[Belated

Comments

[imgottapower]

O-Oh wow, look at that!

((WILL PROBABLY BE SUPER SLOW there is a game on \m/))

[heirofthedog]

I guess?

[she sounds...unhappy...about food. there may be something wrong here.]

[imgottapower]

Eh heh... heh... I-It's not that bad... I mean, it looks j-just fine!

[heirofthedog]

You saw these, right?

[waves a Milkbone at you.]

[imgottapower]

Er... Well, sure, but... I don't get it? I-I mean, they're not real bones.

[heirofthedog]

You give'm to dogs, right?

[imgottapower]

Eh heh... Sure, I guess?

[heirofthedog]

[snorts]

See. That.

[imgottapower]

Oh, right. Yeah.

[heirofthedog]

[practically growling] I'm not a goddam dog.

[imgottapower]

[sob]

What?! No, of course not!

[heirofthedog]

[her eyes might be flashing a bit]

Good.

[imgottapower]

Eh heh heh... oh boy...

[heirofthedog]

[but her eyes seem to change color as she shoves a slice of cake at you.]

There.

[imgottapower]

[IS MORE BOTHERED BY HER BEING BOTHERED?]

Oh hey, thanks. It sure looks great.

[heirofthedog]

Thanks to whoever made it, I guess.

[as well as you probably should be]