With a resounding yelp that likely was heard through the entirety of the cove Christy feels tears start to whelm up. For the past few days anything she ate caused pain, so much she had begun to skip meals or simple just eat the bear minimum. Which was a horrible explain to set in a place where the majority of the population was lucky if they got one complete meal a week and she wasting her three a day. All because of this stupid tooth.
Thinking back Christy realizes that perhaps take a bite of the toffee was a horrid mistake, but she always had such a sweet tooth; the easiest gift given by relatives at holidays was simply boxes of treats. She realizes that soon she'd have to swallow her pride and tell someone, Neil was due over for lunch, than would be perfect.