Or they would. Fortunately, someone’s son has gotten used to his psychic powers. At least enough to “catch” the cupcake and gently move it into his hands. Eliot sighs with relief when the psychic demonstration goes off without a hitch, then smiles like it never happened.]
Was it too much for you? You shouldn’t waste food~! [Eliot already has a cupcake sleeve in his hand, indicating he’s already politely eaten one of those gross cupcakes. Except Eliot has neither a sense of taste (he can only taste blood,) nor a backbone.] What a generous woman!
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Or they would. Fortunately, someone’s son has gotten used to his psychic powers. At least enough to “catch” the cupcake and gently move it into his hands. Eliot sighs with relief when the psychic demonstration goes off without a hitch, then smiles like it never happened.]
Was it too much for you? You shouldn’t waste food~! [Eliot already has a cupcake sleeve in his hand, indicating he’s already politely eaten one of those gross cupcakes. Except Eliot has neither a sense of taste (he can only taste blood,) nor a backbone.] What a generous woman!