...You, Helios, and Ginia. Always feeding me, or telling me to eat. [She huffs a laugh, rubbing at her eyes.] M'Dieu, it is like visiting my sisters. They once tied me to a chair and forced me to eat until they were satisfied that I'd had enough.

[Still, she does wander over to where she'd set down the beingets and pulls one out, nibbling on it with a soft sigh. Not terrible. Not as good as the ones from the New Orleans chef, but not terrible. And. She didn't feel quite so tense anymore, for whatever reason.] And if you think that is a story fondly retold from my childhood? It is not. That happened two christmases ago.