"We're stopping here to eat?"
"I'm hungry, and I know you have food in your bag."
She set down the backpack and rummaged through it. "You haven't eaten any of the biscuits I got you—"
"That's because they smell nasty. Why'd you get them for me anyway?"
"Well, you're a dog demon. I thought you'd like them."
"Keh! A dog will eat anything, including its own vomit. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a dog."
She sighed. "Then what I have left is ramen."
"Ramen? What's that?"