"Uhhh... Ma'am"
>"Yes Private?"
"I cannot possibly consume this"
>Reckless' demeanor instantly drops, her face going bleak
>"I hear correctly private?"
>"Labor over meal for you, but refuse eat? I spend hour more on this, yet no eating?"
"Well its n--"
>"Private Anon! You eat now! no any excuse!"
>You sharply inhale, fuck
>Spooling up the strips of...
>Blanket?
>Oh sweet Jesus
>spooling the strips of fucking blanket with the provided fork, you pile a poker chip on top
>Reckless is practically beaming now, nudging the bowl forward with her snoot
>"Eat up! Make strong, like me!"
>You're shaking in the chair, taking your sweet time, pondering life decisions before this moment
>Why the regiment with a talking horse?
>"Slow eat? No time for wait"
>You can't avoid it now. You need to take a bite
>Teeth chattering, you deposit the inedible dish into your mouth, solemnly chewing
“So good!”
>You smile, the poker chip damn near choking you
>”Ah, I know cooking good, no doubt in world. Thank for trying Anon”

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