Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20180726222932/@comment-36855838-20181014030432

Nathan, Maggie, and their serpentine half-sister Ella gave me equally pleading looks.

Michelle continued to stare expectantly at me, her hood extended in fury, and I was left to look at her incredulously.

"Honey, you know you're lactose-intolerant, right?"

"I am NOT, Michael, you know I love vanilla Ice cream, you ate it didn't you?!"

She had me in a constrictive hold, not the best for non-constrictor type snakes, I could even push free fairly easily, but her fangs were at my neck.

Judging by the pure rage in her voice, it would definitely be a dry bite, I relaxed submissively into her coils, my complete lack of musce control causing her to topple with me to the floor.

"Honey, the last time you had ice cream, you had a stomach ache for three days, you're a carnivore!"

"I got medication! I like ice cream!"

"Honey, calm down, you like my cooking, right? I bought chicken breasts, and cow steak, and pig steak, and catfish nuggets! I'll make you and Ella a big meal, and soup for me, Nathan, and Maggie!"

She had begun to cry, and as I took her into my arms, I heard her sigh contentedly.

"Okay, Honey, Thank you."

Her hood had retracted, and I began to stroke her head gently, humming a quiet lullaby until her eyes shut and her tail went slack.

Quietly, I stood, grabbing some soaked towels from the freezer and laying them over her tail.

I set to work cooking, and a mere two hours later, I had warmed Michelle enough to wake her up.

Stowing the towels in the freezer, I set the table for a lovely dinner.