[On each return, Mithos warily follows Silver with his eyes, hating everything about this. He does little more than stare coldly at the food set in front of him...and sniffle. Stupid fountain. Stupid grumbling stomach. Stupid Silver, still sitting too uncomfortably close because anywhere in the room is too close.
...Also, some of these ice cream flavors? Food is not supposed to be this color. He's pretty sure.]
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...Also, some of these ice cream flavors? Food is not supposed to be this color. He's pretty sure.]