[Between her calling him out on the few times he'd left some forage for others, and that dreadfully sad look on her face, Muriel absolutely crumbles, his face burning red.]
F-Fine, I'll take it. Just-- stop looking at me like that. [Muriel huffs, tucking away the wrapped fish.]
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F-Fine, I'll take it. Just-- stop looking at me like that. [Muriel huffs, tucking away the wrapped fish.]