Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

there: who wouldn't like furi? "hm!" she says, scooting an inch closer - just an inch, guard still up, she is not catchin' whatever furi's carryin' - "well, furi, i can't imagine anyone not likin' you," the scarlet witch asserts, tone the right mix of flattering-reassuring to be genuine. "ain't you got anyone 'round your age to play with?" she's not much older than the angelette, she thinks, though sometimes she thinks she's been alive for centuries, a timeless thing.