Moonspear right in front of my salad?

She squinted down at the grassy green wad Galaxy let fall from her jaws, then let her expression scrunch a bit as the questions began to take on a far more refined shape. "Something you eat not agree with you?" she queried, going right to her first bet when stomachs were feeling bad--but the very noisy response from said hurting-belly did make her rethink what she had just asked almost immediately. While bellies fussed for a multitude of reasons, from a bad snack to just bouts of burning-feelings, there was one simple answer that usually trumped the rest when it made that much noise. "Or is it a hungry hurt?" she tilted her head, asking lightly.