Fox's Glade frog's leg soup

lookit yew, talkin', her eyes brightened up, although the praise was more acerbic, like talking to a child that had finally uttered something intelligible. a moment later the idiot was introducing themselves and magnolia laughed.

yew can call me magda! almos' erryone does. well, she pulled away from sanja's company a moment to inspect the ground, where she found a trail for something edible. not a frog, mind you, it wasn't the season for it - but something warm-blooded and easy.

c'mon. we'll split the catch, if'n there's anythin'. mind, i call first dibs! and she began to saunter off in pursuit of the wee beastie that would soon fill her belly. if the other woman followed or not didn't really matter to magnolia, as it would mean more for her.