Diary Of A Hellsing Butler

Sapphirewyren

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing

March 19, 1978

Miss Integra has made it clear that she did not like strained peas. It took 2 and a half hours to feed her. When I put the first spoonful of the baby food into her mouth. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and then she spat the food out, all over my face. When I retrieved a cloth to clean my face, she pushed the bottle on the floor spilling it's contents. Sigh….if she's going to be this picky, meal times is going to be a horror show. Maybe I should get Sir Arthur to feed her, since he's right now in the other room laughing his bloody ass off!