It's all the smells that are strangest. She can tell her nose isn't as sharp as it used to be, but everything used to fit into a few simple categories: food or not food, friend or stranger, familiar or new. Now, it's like someone has gone through all the boxes and started switching things around. Tea is still familiar, but it used to be not food, but now she's not so sure about that last bit. The biscuits she fetches down are even more confusing on that front. She has to hold them closer to her nose to get a good whiff of them, but once she does, her mouth starts to water as if she's just smelled a rabbit or something.
She glances over at Newt. His eyes have fallen shut. Turning her back to him, as if she's about to do something shameful, she takes a tiny, experimental bite of biscuit.
Oh. It's good. And it shouldn't be good; the last time she tried one, out of curiosity, she'd spat it out like it was poison. But now it tastes like the best thing she's ever had, almost as good as when she'd first bitten into that soldier, and she chews in rapt silence for a few moments before the magnitude of this discovery sets in.
"Newt!" she shrieks, spraying crumbs. "I'm eating a biscuit!"
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Date: 2018-01-15 06:24 pm (UTC)From:She glances over at Newt. His eyes have fallen shut. Turning her back to him, as if she's about to do something shameful, she takes a tiny, experimental bite of biscuit.
Oh. It's good. And it shouldn't be good; the last time she tried one, out of curiosity, she'd spat it out like it was poison. But now it tastes like the best thing she's ever had, almost as good as when she'd first bitten into that soldier, and she chews in rapt silence for a few moments before the magnitude of this discovery sets in.
"Newt!" she shrieks, spraying crumbs. "I'm eating a biscuit!"