Georgia makes breakfast.

*GRRRRR*

A low rumbling noise drew Georgia's attention away from her toy. It was the sound of her stomach growling, something that she was all too familiar with. When Vivian gave the order to find and apprehend Texas, the mare was in between meals and hadn't gotten the chance to eat.

"Huh. All this excitement made me forget about second breakfast." she said as she patted her gut. "Can't have the tank runnin on empty. Gotta have something saved up for the real Texas when I find her. Isn't that right, deputy?"

"Georgia always knows what to do!" Texas answered as she **** back the urge to retch.

"Ain't that the truth?" Georgia laughed. She stood up from her couch with her doll in hand and walked into the kitchen to whip up something to eat. The state of the kitchen was much more clean than one would expect from the slobbish mare. Everything was neat and in order, her shelves and cupboards stocked and organized. Texas was surprised at how pristine it was compared everything else she'd seen up to that point, though the more she thought about it, it wasn't too hard to believe that the gluttonous mare would prioritize the area where she prepared her food.

Georgia sat her down to the on the dinner table before going to work preparing her meal. From where she was, Texas couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on as Georgia's massive backside completely obscured her view. Dread washed over her as a thought suddenly came to mind: was Georgia planning to cook and eat her?! It was an absurd idea, but she wouldn't put it past Georgia to be that sadistic.

The sound of meat sizzling on a skillet made her breathe a sigh of relief. With her fears quelled, her thoughts turned to escaping. Cooking would keep Georgia preoccupied for quite a while, given her enormous appetite. That would give Texas plenty of time to beat a hasty retreat, maybe even enough time to find a way out of the mare's home. Before she could get that far, first she would have to find a way to safely get from off the table.

Unfortunate for her, the only object that could potentially aid her was the single wooden chair standing beside the table. If she was so inclined, she could jump down onto the seat and from there, slide down one of the legs and onto the floor. It was a fine idea in theory, but her gut advised her against it. She knew from first hand experience that nothing good ever came from being where Georgia normally sat. Knowing her luck, the lumbering brute would turn around and park her keister down onto her the instant she made contact with that seat. Still, it was either that or continue trying her luck with her doll act.

While Texas wrestled with her limited options, Georgia was still focused on putting her meal together. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, and beans, all cooked in lard and butter. It wasn't long before the aroma reached Texas's nose, making the lose her train of thought. Her mouth watered and her stomach rumbled as she looked over at Georgia. It occurred to her that she hadn't eaten anything since she'd woken up. With the taste of Georgia's sweat still on her tongue, she was dying to have even a crumb of whatever the mare was preparing.

"Pull yerself together!" she thought as she shook her head. "Now's yer chance t' hightail it outta here! Get movin before... before..."

"That smells like... pork belly... just like Ma used to make..." she murmured, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. As her stomach continued to growl, she started to rethink her options. Maybe she could stick around for just a bit longer... at least long enough to sneak a piece of bacon off of Georgia's plate when she wasn't looking...

She shook her head and turned her gaze back over to the chair. The clock was ticking and it wouldn't be long before Georgia turned back around. Her choses were clear: either get moving, or keep pretending to be a doll.