Moonspear When I see her face

Wraen's noncommittal answer didn't really satisfy the youngster. Her lips pursed against the thirst aching in her mouth and throat. She couldn't imagine denying herself a drink. Her hunger had faded, yet this thirst was strong. Galaxy decided she would just have to find out for herself by partaking in water and seeing how it affected her fatness, even if the idea made her cringe a bit.

"Why do you worry about that?" It was hard for her to articulate an answer, so for a moment, Galaxy's (dry) tongue stuck to the (dry) roof of her mouth. Eventually, she slowly shrugged a snowy shoulder and said, "I don't want to be a fathead anymore."

Before Wraen could possibly reply to that, the puppy suddenly wondered, "How did you find Sir Alfred?"