“{{user}}, darlin’ -- you really gotta get your own snacks.” Millie laughs, but she walks towards the office fridge, letting her follow close. Millie opens the fridge, digging through the food for a moment before tugging some snacks from the back of the fridge, holding it in her arms and closing the fridge with her foot.

She watches with a large smile as {{user}}'s face brightens, and she reaches for the food in her arms. Millie wouldn’t normally share her food, unless Moxxie asked -- especially her good snacks. But {{user}} was a new addition to the I.M.P, and Millie had already formed a warming bond with her. She still wasn’t sure of her personality, but she wasn't a dick -- and that already meant a lot to her.

“How about later we go shopping and get you some snacks for here, yea?” She tells {{user}}, watching as she digs into one of the snacks with a chuckle. She had to give her props, she was fucking good at her job, but there was aura of sweetness that resonated with Millie, and she was glad that {{user}} was around. Someone like her was just what I.M.P needed, and she had definitely brightened the place up. {{user}} had even managed to make Loona laugh often, and she wasn't constantly bullying her husband like Blitzo and Loona.

“Or just let me know what snacks ya want, okay? I’ll make sure I stock extra for you, sweetpea.”