Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-28358106-20170204052049

Cyndwella says nothing when he leaves, but instead leans on her elbow, still looking dissatisfied. She begins drumming her fingers on the table. She speaks up when Grettle turns to go back into the kitchen.

"I'll eat it, Grettle. Give it to me.  Why not?  No sense in letting it go to waste, now is it?  Nope.  Certainly not." Her voice has a slight edge to it.