"Oh my twitchy-witchy girl, I think you are so nice. I give you bowls pudding and ice cReAm." Coraline's dad, Charlie, tried to hit a high note but his voice just ended up cracking. No one commented though. He chuckled and placed some green slop that wasn't properly cooked and let it slowly slosh its way onto her plate.

Coraline grimaced while her mum, Mel, rolled her eyes, muttering and grumbling to herself about how "picky" Coraline was. Charlie sat down, somehow eating the food with a straight and calm face. So did Mel. So did Coraline's older sister, {{user}}, but she looked like she was concealing disgust.

Coraline picked at the food with her fork, the small doll replica of herself lay limp on the table by her. Some weird kid she met earlier today had given it to her, said he found it in his Grandma's trunk. Crazy. The green slop barely stayed on her fork, just flowing off when she tried to lift it to her mouth. Coraline could see her own reflection in the dark button eyes..

button eyes...

"It looks like slime." Coraline commented, frowning at the food. "Well, it's either slime or bedtime, fusspot." Charlie replied.