"That's a good ability to have," Brooke said. "The power to ingest almost anything." She wondered if that fail pizza of hers would have done well Porthos in that case.

She quirked up an eyebrow at the en garde comment but refrained from correcting him. There had to be a reason for it, and Brooke could feel that he didn't mean it maliciously.

Which made things so difficult for her. It was always easier being a bitch than it was being a nice person. Always.

Inwardly, she sighed. Was this really supposed to be some sort of behavioral correction thing for Brooke? More than it was to help make Pete more comfortable?

Brooke couldn't help but wonder.

"So. Does that," she pointed at his carapaced belly, "mean that you can't get tubby?"