[Before she made her wish, Carla couldn't eat anything but raw meat. Sugars made her vomit and wretch, insides curdling and revolting against it. She overindulges in them now. She had been starved for too long, she'll eat what she wants and she does not take kindly to having it impeded.]
You think I can't take care of myself, Karl?
[An airy question as she pulls apart some funnel cake with her fingers. She and Blonde have always been alright doing their own separate things, but he has let her know how he feels about other men getting too close.]
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You think I can't take care of myself, Karl?
[An airy question as she pulls apart some funnel cake with her fingers. She and Blonde have always been alright doing their own separate things, but he has let her know how he feels about other men getting too close.]