Dragoncrest Cliffs You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

The boy smirked back at her, at the way she lifted her brow like some noblewoman looking down upon a dusty commoner. His was the haughty expression of doctor fresh from his first successful surgery and full of the holier than thou energy of it. Pa gen anyen ki ta anfòm, he taunted, paske bouch ou twò plen poupou!

Oh, he knew Mireille did not eat shit. Neither of them did. Sobo only put the green things in his mouth because he had the pleasure of observing Erzulie at her craft, and because most of them did not have ill effects on his system like this one. Much as he wished for a swift end to Mireille's boastful attitude, he was glad she was there with him while he learned this valuable lesson. It took his mind off it, even if sometimes she grated his last nerves.

Petèt anyen, he guessed, drifting closer to rest his muzzle lightly on the small of her back. Maybe some plants just didn't have any uses. Mèsi, he murmured.