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God buddy, she thought to herself with a skeptical frown, this is gonna be rough news.

“I usually eat things like you,” she told him with a knowing shrug. Typically, she didn't talk to her meal before she scarfed it down. She felt like this was something she should tack onto her response. “Usually don't chat with my food, though.” Truth be told, it was a little off-putting for her to look at the tiny prey animal and to imagine him dead, clutched between her teeth. It was with this mental image that she cast aside any possibilities of the little creature possessing magic – of any kind – and pegged him as being a gifted member of his species.

He still looked like lunch to her, but she couldn't bring herself to chow down on something she'd had a talking with. With a soft little sigh, Piper realized that she wasn't going to be getting much out of the experience other than a fun little story to share with Marten. She wasn't even sure if her brother would believe that she'd talked to food that talked back. Still, she was sure she could spin a tale or two.