[She watches his lips, her head tilting with curiosity when he takes that bite, but her eyes dart up to the ceiling where that giant, tacky light hangs.]
A shame. Here I was hoping to walk out with that thing for our home...
[Would it even fit—
Bringing the pink meat to her lips, she observes him.]
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A shame. Here I was hoping to walk out with that thing for our home...
[Would it even fit—
Bringing the pink meat to her lips, she observes him.]
What do you think?