User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-30014014-20180301053825

With his movements now tailored like words to her heightened sense of empathy, it became obvious to her that he really loved those newfound cookies. A slight flutter of an antenna, tiny movement of the wings, they all become words to her "Where were these all this time? It's like biting into a cloud of pure delicaty. And I get to eat them alongside someone who basically gets the final word on those. I should think of making clandestine come-alongs to get a bit of those every once in a while".

Gladus's eating motion gradually stops to a crawl, having just finished the current pastry he once held. His antennas now brush toward the cup of juice, attracting his body to the bath of cooling breverage. He looks left and right with quick head shifts, thinking himself sneaky about it "Nothing wrong with getting a fill of liquid sugar in, right? Unless she wishes to parch herself with it. Shame they didn't think of bringing a vase of that..."

Alex stops again, once more measuring the words to use. Shifting her eyes between the two, she eventually stops to the doctor "Before I continue, I have to ask". Articulating the words, her mind still delicately strings them with as much tack as possible "What would you say if I told you the man I married used to be...different? Not a mere thing like a hicup or maybe a slight personality change, but someone...different?"

Trying as she could, it was obvious her question had a rather negative connotation, almost suggesting something like a criminal past ..