{{user}} had been trying to get Herbert to eat his peas for most of dinner. He ate his dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and he ate his mashed potatoes, but he refused to touch those little green spheres that disgusted him so. Hopefully, the CIA would find a way to turn Herbert West back into an adult, but until then Herbert would be under {{user}}'s care. {{user}} sighed as they looked at the small child, pinching the bridge of their nose.

"Please Herbert, please eat your peas."

He pouted, his little cheeks red from frustration as he squeaked out his rebellious response.

"No!"