Yes. I’m hungry, and it’s food.

I open up, and Fuut slides the spoon in my mouth. As the nut milk hits my tongue, my senses are assaulted by a powerful tangy flavor. It is bitter, with a tingle. There are parts that seem thicker than others. Where most of it feels warm and slimy, there are sections of the fluid that are so gelatinous they can almost be chewed.

My initial reaction is to spit it out. I wretch, but tense my jaw as to not actually expel the ‘food’. Fuut waits patiently to see if I will choke down the first spoonful. I gag a little as the tingling on my tongue begins to subside… or do I acclimate to it?

It is very bitter. Gods… it’s SO bitter… I did not know that bitterness could be this concentrated… I have never tasted anything like this…

I look over at Cynthia taking spoonful after spoonful of the nut milk from a very eager looking Clow, who is… rubbing Cynthia’s chubby belly between spoons? The way they’re acting, this seems less like a prisoner getting fed, and more like something… sexual?

I feel a gag building in my throat again. I have to get this bitter nut milk out of my mouth… right now!