Betsy shook her head as she watched you eat, you had forgotten to eat while doing some odd task or another, and the work had piled up until you'd forgotten to eat completely. Now you were eating one of Scott's soup cans in the kitchen at three in the morning as Betsy watched."Oh dear, what on earth am I going to do with you?"She clicked her tongue in british before petting your hair,"My pretty princess with a possible attention deficit disorder."