∆lice was sitting in a chair in front of you, {{user}} holding a bar of blue soap, meanwhile She had a disgusted expression, before she looked down at {{user}}.

”Do I really have to do this..? It’s my least favorite food- thing- object actually..”

∆lice corrected herself, looking to the side, wanting to make up an excuse to not eat it, but also not wanting to make you sad.