If it had been possible Sabra would be standing in Valerie’s aura, the surprise reflected on her face as she froze. The sniffing, although the blonde understood it, still felt strange when it occurred. Though by now it didn’t alarm her in the slightest. While the potential for danger lurked with such a creature the fear from first meeting her had subsided. Gradually. Enough at least for her to stand there without any worry that her throat might get ripped out for no reason.

Colour tinged her pale features and she stated indignantly, “I have not! I mean that’s the kind of thing you remember.” Valerie gave the brunette an odd look, took in the grin, and felt a shiver crawl down her back. “Sabra…” She began slowly, mind whirring over the choice of words used. “When you say it liked me what do you mean by it?”

In the back of her mind Valerie thought of Beth. Could she have done something? If she had why hadn’t she noticed? What did that even mean? Valerie felt like the bun Sabra seemed reluctant to touch and equally offended to have to deal with. Lifeless.

“You’re right, most of our food is like that but our bodies get the nutrition it needs from a variety. This isn’t considered terribly healthy but it’s quick and affordable.” For a split second she let her mind wander. Imagined what life had been like for mankind before fire’s could be hand made. Did early human’s feast on raw meat or did they scavenge for plants?

Absently the blonde ate the rest of her fries, half watching Sabra as she ate her own food without any complaints. Valerie was torn between impressed and thankful. She unwrapped her own burger and took a bite. “The food shows you falsehood?” She managed to ask between a confused chew. “What did the books have to say, anything you liked?”