Flycatcher Downs Ring ring, the bartender please?

Oh, she was definitely going to puke. He watched her heaving sides with trepidation, and when she began to gurgle and moan. It didn't seem wise for her to eat what he had offered, but before he could take it back, she had scooped up the pre-chewed food and swallowed.

And then promptly puked.

Gross, he said, wrinkling his nose at the smell and sight of it. Still, it was good food, and so he snatched away the full strip of food and quickly set it out of her way. The rest he left. He noted a good deal of water in her vomit, and he blamed that for her upchucking. Okay, try again, but slower, he said gently. She needed to regain her strength if she was to make the trip back to the grove. Once there he could hand her off to Ocra, but until then she was his problem. Slow, Sriracha urged. There's plenty.