Apparently, she can.

Ever since morning, your phone has been buzzing non-stop with well wishes and concern. Somehow, some way, Selas had managed to get herself a phone and has messaged everyone in your contacts list that you've received more instructions from your doctor. She told them that you are to stay in your own home for about two weeks, with no visitors or any variations from a strict diet, and that since she's your "roommate" and "cousin", she's the only one allowed to go in and out of your home.

So, while still working from your home computer, you've been stuck eating her Nanny Mara's Milk Jelly for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the past five days. You're currently lying curled up on your bathroom floor, trying your best to die, while your stomach tries to both digest and reject your latest serving, when a loud "DING" echoes throughout your home. Selas appears behind you, hopping happily in place, holding a piece of parchment in her hands. "Look, look, look, look, look!" she beams, showing you the parchment. "Can you see it?"

You crack your eyes open to read, but your stomach has just tied another knot in itself. You groan in agony and ask her what it is. She brings the parchment to your face and straining through the pain, you can see that it's actually a photo of what you think was the demon that took your contract. But it's significantly older, with a long white beard that goes all the way out of frame, a cane in one hand and your contract in the other.

Selas' finger comes into view and points to a scraggly line under your signature. "See that? That's the first signature." She squees excitedly, rolling up the parchment carefully and tucking it into her cleavage. "One more signature and we can get started making babies! Come on! I just whipped up a fresh batch! Ooh, that second signature could happen at any time. We've got to make sure that you're ready to go the moment we know. So, you're going to be eating Milk Jelly every hour, on the hour until then. Let's go!" She drags you out of the bathroom by your trouser leg, ignoring your cries for mercy as you gouge out lines in the tiles with your nails.

The second "DING" happens mercifully quick, two days after the first. Selas almost tears a hole in your wall racing over to you. She immediately starts kissing you passionately, but you don't react. You can't. You've been fed so much "food" that you're borderline catatonic. You stare forwards blankly as she tries her best to seduce you, but the most she can get out of you is a limp twitching of your finger. Realizing that she may have gone just the teensiest bit overboard, she floats you into your bed to let you rest and process everything that she's stuffed into you.

You spend an entire day in bed, moaning and groaning feebly as the Milk Jelly works it's way through your system. When you're able to move your body, you drag yourself to the bathroom to finish the digestive process. As you're sitting on the toilet, an envelope slides in from under the door. Inside is a note from Selas, requesting for you to go to her room tomorrow, so that she can apologize properly.