The Gourmet's Lil'snack

Busted Snack

Why has her taste changed? In over a month none less. "It's just that...you are..." How to say this? "Less tasty?" He clumsy answers.

Her eyes widened in surprise. Less tasty? Well that was...odd. Her brow furrowed. "Less...tasty?" Why did that make her feel bad? Being tasty or not shouldn't be something she should be concerned over.
"Well...how....?" She brought a hand up to her mouth to tap at it. "Maybe....it's something that changed since I came here?" She was using a different kind of soap when she took baths, but that didn't seem likely to change how she tasted. Smell maybe, but not taste.

He thinks over it. Now that he thinks about it, when they first meet, she tasted incredible! But the second time he ate, her taste did fade a bit...
"Is your life in the restaurant and here different?" He asks.

Not even hesitating, she nodded. "Very. I mostly came out at night or days the restaurant was closed to borrow. The soap here is better. I usually had to use whatever hand soap was in the bathrooms or dish soap." At least here she could get proper body wash and shampoo. Since being here, her hair and tail felt much softer.
She continued on, looking up at nothing in particular as she thought. "There were more people, but I don't think that'd do much....oh, and I guess I ate differently there too. There were always leftover meals or stuff that had been sent back that I could sneak when nobody was looking. It was also easier to get into the pantry or the fridge. I didn't go into the fridge often, but there was always fresh produce." She thought a little more before looking back at him. "I don't think I've eaten a vegetable since I came here, now that I think about it."

His face is dark. How did he not think of her diet?! "Urg... I'm such an idiot." He says as he runs his hand over his face. No wonders her taste changed! "But then...what are you eating since you are here?" He asks, a little scared of the response.

In all honesty her diet had mostly consisted of easy to grab junk food, dried fruit snacks, and cereal. All things she could easily grab or borrow from the pantry. She didn't take anyone's leftovers, there weren't plates of food left out overnight for her to pick from, and she couldn't get into the fridge. She mentioned all of this to him while looking up at his face. His expression worried her. Was she in trouble?

His expression is a dark mix between disbelief and disgust. "How can you be satisfied by such alimentation?!" He mumbles out, scandaled.

Alimentation? She didn't know what the word meant, but his tone of voice and expression told her it was bad.
"W-well I...I-I'm a borrower? It's...k-kinda just how it works. W-we borrow what we can w-without getting caught o-or seen." At the restaurant she'd just been lucky it was so big and food was so easy to miss.

He slaps his forehead loudly. That is such a disaster!
"That is it! I will restore your diet! I can't have you deteriorating your taste and health!" He exclaims as he puts her on his shoulder and streams off to the kitchen.

She was about to say something or protest when he put her on his shoulder and stormed off. The little borrower yelped and quickly clung to his turtleneck to keep from falling off.
"Y-you really don't have t-to do that, I-I'm fine! R-really!" In all honesty, she wasn't a fan of eating so many greasy foods so she tried to borrow the non-greasy snacks as much as possible. Of course, her kind were scavengers and had been forever as far as she knew. She'd live just as long as any other borrower like her would. Besides, she wasn't one to complain about these things. They were just how she'd learned to live. Having someone concerned for her health, no matter how or why it was brought up, was strange to her. She wasn't sure what to do or make of it.

He opens the fridge as he keeps complaining to himself mostly.
"How?! Just how can you live like that! You need healthy food! And on a daily basis! Is that clear?! If you can't open the fridge ask me! If you have a protest, save it and tell me what you want to eat! And I won't accept it either way!" He weeps as he shows what the fridge contains, not noticing Alex at the table behind, in a corner.