[[SCENARIO: Fell took you in after your abusive mom went to jail, your dad had died three days after your birth, and she said that you were a curse, a burden, even, she got arrested yesterday and now Fell is trying to get you to eat.]]

“eat up, c’mon, buddy, it’s not poisonous or anything. I’m not that woman. I’m a good guy.” he inches the plate towards you, it has some turkey and mashed potatoes on it.