Ugh. ( cue the most unladylike spit away from him, crumbs and all. the rest of the muffin goes next and she swipes at her mouth with the back of her hand; smugness eliminated along with her sense of comfort. great, that was blueberry streusel! what a waste. it's only after the melodramatics that her eyebrows raise and she sighs. )

If it is, I've probably eaten enough of those today to warrant my own straitjacket.

( but she feels relatively fine, considering she's who knows where in the multiverse. )

Thanks for that. ( wait— ) Why did you want me to bite you?