Mal's careful the way she divides her food up, controlling in a way she isn't usually, like all the gusto has been driven from her. Eventually her energy flags and she pulls a face, laying down her utensils.
"I'm not sure I feel very well, my Arthur. May I stop?"
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Date: 2011-03-07 11:59 am (UTC)"I'm not sure I feel very well, my Arthur. May I stop?"