But I'll still owe someone. I'm not letting this be done for nothing, is all I'm saying.

[ Rose refuses to owe anyone anything. Not anymore. She curls her hands around the mug provided contemplatively, staring at the darkening water. She'll let it sit for a moment before trying but she already knows what the result will be. ]

That's exactly how it is for me. I remember what it tastes like, but when I actually eat it just... It turns to ash in my mouth and goes down just as terribly. Usually sits like a rock too and if I don't puke it up I'm miserable for days after.

[ She hasn't really talked about what a horrible experience it was, trying to eat at first and suffering through it all. ]