[ It doesn't. Somehow, Eda finds it to be a totally rational question. She even considers it for a moment, staring at Need, then looking down at herself, taking in her leather jacket with the tassels, one sleeve half-empty where she's missing an arm. When did she lose that? She should go find it-- ]
Pretty sure I am.
[ She takes the fork, digging in to the pie. Through a bite: ]
Can't eat at all, or don't wanna waste the food eating it?
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Pretty sure I am.
[ She takes the fork, digging in to the pie. Through a bite: ]
Can't eat at all, or don't wanna waste the food eating it?